4.7.19



1.
Burn bright, campfire
Burn bright o star

These people in your warmth 
Sustained so. sustained all 

Near and far are well important.
And you are a brave, I say.

Through entropy, every
Influence you had to give you gave 

Your all, an untouchable neuroenergetic balance 
You lost, and I watched as

Your mind dried in a moment
And your saline shock reset switch

An enclosed system is opened
Suddenly, utterly, rent wide,
& then, black blank eyes as
I'm unrecognized.

"Oh he did fall suddenly
And now is basic somehow

His song cut out
In a brief sad howl,

His eyes did static and reset
As I looked on breathless"

Or so I said and
Did maintain.

And he slow regained 
Only a shadowed Grove

Of maple and elm from a root within
His former forest and

Regained it brave and man: damned
If he didn't just hold his scrap

Of self that's left up
High and wide and let

The water collect
On it

And feed slowly once more
His soul

For his self now
As he was
once for
Us all


2.
Oh no!  sing a toast to the rubber-legged: toast now the getaway car which sinks in eternity
And forever, for that runner was a clever man afore those few wild stumbled moments we witnessed.
Clever, before his rubber leg was installed, before his lunge at the car, installed by the hand of the law and I who saw only and even in such brevity of touch he says loud how in inspired moments far before he pushed all of us forward, he, he pushed paperwork toward an invention essential to some, but lost his momentum and belief, his lover and his keys, and several other things, he severed them, and lost these things by severance and wandered lost, now without information, now exclusively able to run through the results and lo! he is here, delayed by me for one instant only, my fault, he falls, woe is he so, all: grant him a moment of reprieve, let him watch a getaway car sink in the bog, blurry, only twenty two steps off, he doesn't understand, his femoral artery. Grant him reprieve, now, for a moment and watch him with me, with love, the getaway car sinks under the black sand, its movements defy him and he doesn't understand, but as we still stand, we still can


3. 
Obey my teeth, they chatter
A Frankenstein's monster its
Verbal with click semaphore.
Undertoned is Morse code as 
My lips do breathy pops also
I want to speak to you

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