The Compleat Nonsense iii.Story

i.  odd thoughts, poems
ii. "Things in Order"
iii. Story
not going, merely be. That I follow with eyes only, oh how. Because merely so. I take the place of its would rather, tis fortitude, its mask. Instead I am itself, and perhaps, I become only a cover, while it dwells in me. to choose between masks is the preemption of the cooling. Oh be drune while I dither you. Cleaning, my hand shakes. It tells me past five my mind no longer complies in the heart of having things. Making things do their place, be their thing, cover themselves out of nothing...

In the distance, where�s becoming something heavier than hope, I choose to settle myself wholly, completely, into the hoax. In it my fine shudders are the decadence that shines.

Several steps back from  the verge, no one looks to make a studder of the broken wing

open, open. No one will waste the last crumb, bit of butter, trembling moon...


I leave the light to love the lapping mind
go unbound in all the myths supoine
and there divide...
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