Do You Get My Tile Till
When does it become new
and when is it not
Knot nots the muscle in my mind
Memories of the future
If s become is
turning laughs to s (has)
been circumnavigating
the out thought box
changing all the locks
Stand in the dampened night
flogged by raindrop tendrils
Bristled air rushes by
like unreleased rasps
of drags from past
Darkness tastes of silence
and words inside
rage against the war
where letters seek to find a place
as heroes on the desert page
and mirages think they have
seen my face
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