What if I write a blank
or draw a curtain…curtains
for me, in this dank poetry.
What pertains to right…
is it wrong to stray, head
the other way, away from
well known artistry. First succeed
in basics…oh the breeding…
the warning heeding…don’t get
all caught up. Let your imagination
run with the bulls, fly with haloes.
Crumble not
under the weight, the crushing heresy
agape…still watch your...
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