7 september 2019
Great Defiance
A smear campaign starts
against the ladder, which permits―
the ascension, but leaves the spaces in between,
of dark. You stand still.
The hunger becomes the mouth―
of rags. I will come and collect
some numbers.
It was useless to hunker―
after the game. The fear will ultimately
start a monologue.
On bees, I will build a
synopsis. The sleuth always falters
when the moon hides.
A canned script draws the
scorn. The player had become grey―
in dark.
A bunch of mushrooms,
like tall girls, standing
in wind, gossiping.
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