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BEFORE
thoz engels
livin en the vooid
i git songs en
me ed ehbout them,
duncha'no?

BEGINNING
there is nothing

DURING
suffer me
these tears crying
fear and hurt
go along with
love and joy
fractures tectonic
plates
earthquakes
ecstasy
despair

NOW
we are reading this together

AFTER
fall into me
i m us bay b
don't use those
words as we are one
cosmos of stars
planets seemingly
deeper still and
never--

ENDING
There is nothing

Typecast on location typewritter kitten

I'm saving it all up.

For the revolution.

I'm dissolving the mark.

I'll fight in heaven.

I'm a phantom.

A spook, glooky in the missive.

I'm a sentence already written.

Watch the end descend from the stars.

It's meaningless to me.

I'm saving it all up.

For empty cans and beans. 

Like Fractured Happiness

And like fractured knife impurity

It ever widens, ceaseless sky

Rotated upside down, so I’m

Holding my breath or vomit,

Pretty fairy lithely drowns us believers,

Though we’re the only ones

Massed and twirling at dawn

Inside twisted city ruins, walls

Show brick cracked and red brown

Under plaster that takes cue from rough seas,

And beware the rip-tide at night,

Undertow doing that silly harmless

Dance, harmless until skies grow blue eternity

Sparkle imageless and die,

Like where are the stars that guide us?

A childlike question I’m prone to ask

But with illimitable vast consequences

That I mean to mean but

Meaning much more than my words can gather,

Old owl in tree miles away spotting prey, inland—

Ignore my foamy hand and tight brow, my tattered hair

And fading youth—