don-type poem, john e style

Most of our assessments are capricious



That may be a good thing in rewarding us
with light lives, a flutter, turn and stare down,
giggle and sweat, forge ahead ahem see the wave
before those on shore, shape it with our ride
our ride, our, our, ou...

I buff my stone. I love this stone,
beyond my understanding,
love it like light, its is
like light's penetrations, its silence
unspoken vows on a deathbed.


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