Interactive hyperattractive the contractions we’ve subtracted the additional glances in the mirror I’ve made I’ve saved plenty of minutes to thin it all out in later discussion the chocochip muffin from another time rhymes its way into the text but what’s next hasn’t been baked yet what’s faked bets itself into truth and the youth text blindly the routes we find ourselves entwined in line up and bottom out the grout between the bricks is a trout backstage between tricks look at that rainbow flashery check yourself into a haberdashery and get hatted all those scattered bits of matter supercolliding and superconducting we’ve trucked in tons of waste and time and place don’t matter in this story all the broken glories and the undoubled wonder the stunning developments and the awkwardly placed syllables we drink our fill of otherwises the worries that comprise our dreams streamed in living color by number the blunders of a thousand overmessed lines no one knows how to stay behind no one sees the correctly defined words in the sentences so they carry out some other doubts and some other truths the useful part is when I go to sleep when the deepening pull overwhelms and the staving off is done the rabbit runs and the book is published the sequels and the easy fills of wonder if I can eat only eggs and taste only fruit will there be enough to go on will there be enough to stay strong with through the day and the mayflower blossoming all around the alabaster seaport the curtain calls itself got a listener on the line wrapped up in the cord too bored to do more than hang we’re listening please go on why yes it’s a different song from where we started the dearly departed and the Sistine steps the coriander iron and the sweet tex-mex I cannot take these spices in and out of context but the preponderance of curry and the wonderwish of love surprise even the most tired of recipes
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