Bean Awhile
b'in thinkin
off and on
of things
that seem knot
and so go as noise
but are the background
irrational irregulars
without a reality order
but for a geometry in chaos
that is our reality
as just a way of acting
patterns of supposed sense
why hast thou forsaken me
were the messangers last words
before dying of a broken heart
is
god
real
stan sand
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