i will water your roots
stroke your wings
there is no sky too green
no mountain too bright
wherever you go
speaking of which
of who and how
let's not ask questions
let's give ourselves our own answers
let's dance on the rooftops
we are our own best reindeer
slide presents into ears
steering into heady phone zones
microwaved with saving graces
leftovers tumbling down
rainbow clouds presupposing quiet
always so slick the oil
so tiring the toil
waiting for the watched kettle
the potblack metal
stinging confidential nettles
cowering in backward towers
stay down there
wear a raincoat if you need to
pleading sideways views
requesting a submission deadline
a wholewheat breadline
just because no options are given
just because no future is driven through
a takeout window
a value to steal
a rectangular meal in a circular box
folded into messages
you are what you car what you meet
the eating too occasional
the phrasing awkwardly appraised
wait until the rooster sings
then we'll grow the score
add the innings and be the end
the all
the call of mild sauce
sloshing redly in an unused packet
cracking all it's up to be
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