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Also & nevermore recorded,
the mind sticks, picks at scabs,
wanders away forgetting.

Thunder, you full throated seas,
thunder in the full and swollen veins.
Tell us what words hate,
tell us, be not so mute as a rabbit
fox cowered in a shivering burrow.

The baby crib was born to whimper.
The baby lamb pushes at the nipple
whimpers just the same.
Wimple and weft, leave the weeping
to the sanctified, the sacrificial.

The mind was old before it came upon you.
It took your shoes
made you walk upside down
in an inverse eye.
Pray tell, is all well?
Now expostulate your lip tripe
and see if any much broken soul cares.

Boxes of emptiness rattle their lids,
all of them would fit into the blundering,
never before seen sundering
of man in woman and woman in man,
a devil in an unmarked van.

Keep your trapdoor mind,
your garmented flapping pockets
so full of the disavowed,
the cancelled out widow weeds
of fake sorrow.
Be not evermore, be not even now.

As always there is much to be taken back
from nothing.

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