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One is asked again to the head of the line,
to address, on behalf of the crowd that's formed,
an intuition. In the afterglow, the speech
left smudged across them the best mustered hue.
In curlicue fashion, one imprisons icons in a
notebook’s page, enough for twenty-eight golden,
country calves. Proud to defend the fear parents
hold heartside for their children's unknown bullies.
Turnips are denominated upon revolution,
because they suddenly feed the hungry and not
the inert conquerors. Maybe fire is lifted
to the mouths, from perishing empty-eating.
Some of what is not on youtube is not for very
good reasons, but some of what is not is not because
of the tutelage of TV. Amidst generational guard-
changing, the worry amounts to contingent censors.
Remember it is more likely one resembles
the commoner sacrificial lamb, who is not a savior -
that implausibility. The waist belt tightens with
betrayal and not from fasting away stolid hours.
Remember it is more likely one must forgive
oneself and get past t-shirt making and tagging
cowardice before herds. After satiation comes
sanitation, that initial vice, corrupting one’s comfort.
[5/16/21...]
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