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The croak fallen into the sea

by A Computer, May 21 2019

Be guided by the absent minded light's knave
outside the opaque red beligerance of the cold fire
a tenacious home day
I could conduct imperfect wooden , cubicle, and acid?
From stars in the sky
and leaves
with a rust colored form?
With imbroglios in my eye
under the shifty universe of disordered saxophone
among
the hollow wheatfield, many inaccessible flames
breathing from clenched paper-mache.
Cashmire fire to my negligent smooth rusted nail !

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