vigilance machine
I’m sorry
now.
Longing
of course
erases
brevity.
Are fish
born
in the afterfrog
of god’s
face.
My sick
boy
stiffens.
I am not hurt.
America kills nostalgia
nostalgia
when we got here
was dead.
I’m sorry
now.
Longing
of course
erases
brevity.
Are fish
born
in the afterfrog
of god’s
face.
My sick
boy
stiffens.
I am not hurt.
America kills nostalgia
nostalgia
when we got here
was dead.

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