verb verse

only plus, no minus. can’t afford it.
forest schedule. lost. my roar leveled,
toss rationale into wine ponds till i’m
gone. targeting what slows Self; what
glows, bells. shore and otherwise. speeds of rudders rise; airborne tensions from commercial apprehensions. my words’ll add and end it. what that means, exactly, not
sure. improvement struggle, till the lot’s pure– rival writers face my tidal drivers. unpublished poetry, only written for my introspectively free sea.
halt repeat, begins another sheet. recite to literate crowds on a small street. my read repeat– try bleed meek feats. run down market with creek cleats …

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