Poetry is sediment
I wipe off the windshield
The mindshield, a process
Of such and such refrain
An original instance
Of many waiting
The field of shifting

Expenses reclaim the years
Remainders of what is there
A battle of listening
Degree of fuming
Autopsies the barometer
In children's voices, taut or piercing
Moments, leers, discharge
Against a flattened calculus of indication
(I can tell by the feeling)
Reminders to explain
Insane parts of an entire flesh
A map, a sword, a monkey.

Moisture of talk, minimizes mimicry
Mummy's condensation, a repetitious scrawl
Of transitions from previous notes
Corresponding to functions
Parts of a closed ambition
The original instance of many

Waiting
I can tell by that
Or
“Keep your clothes on”

Process of sifting
The entire field
A calculated function of
Degree (debris)
Without which I must
Rattle a gourd filled with pieces of my own flesh
Matrices that correspond
Inverted sentiment











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