Classic Poem

It's up, upI skate across, feel skittish
" there are limits to what I can put up with "
keep it here study, assuage, hold, slips a slippage
automatic, recurrent grows typical, unworldly:
" voice, accent, manner, face, mind " look, sound, purpose. We insist formally on several elements. Truth, false starts, fresh starts " slow speed & heavy
reason " to my lot, fell/











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