in an effort to hold galaxies still
i would like to sort of
highlight
the difference between
perfect and so necessary
the things
that simulate rambling
the pitches different & accommodating
your body parts
not thinking there has
been something
not a recognition & faces
the kind that say things
to
grab onto
other ones
sooner, glances that
look precious, dueling,
constant secrets involving
collars & shapes
and not eating, partitioned mouths in little
sometimes revolving
habitats, breathing by location
rumbling and counting down
lists are good for
bending your head
getting patterns, snapshots
of the things
that parent other things you know
space without discernable speech
like habits, flat teeth,
certain parts of the body
& more important
processing the face into the sound
of the face
unless we can become smaller &
more like rocks
i don’t think
necessarily grey
but a lot of holding,
best described as folks knowing,
protection
maybe things living
under us, a little stuck
you and i, and all alike, superficial
for the sake of having something
that everyone can see
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