Pointless to cower from this cold breeze film that envelops, develops
Like what enviable hell you dodging boy
Take it on the chin
as was said once
and repeat it unendingly
Sat out, thinking
how can I look at one machine barrier to all-feeling
Judge it for its obstacle nature
to embrace another
to accomplish this responsibility
Fantasize deeply for moments that real steely intrudes into
It’s really not lamentable
this blending of jets in flight mid-way
with the cessnas you read about crashing with celebs inside
I only pick a couple sides
My rib get bruised if I glide down on my own
She may choose to mourn for me
and
That uncapturable black-white moth gets to feed
on the cornflower
the dandelion
on the birch back
the ones left uncleared which I fed
So? my vista ain’t the greatest?
The curb trash told me you better watch for bears descending
They like the taste of rarely so easy
That partition only comes down
for mount baldy
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