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Castling Thought.

When do we start? .and. for who?

will the want-be?

more than hues, in summer blues?

rhyme the rhyme that rythmn’s itself.

chase the choice that chases itself.

matters are much, if they matter much.


Tweezer fingers
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          and I think of that time I said something clever

seeking for salvation within Tweezer

fingers;

I really wish I understood a pronoun

To Care for Yet dance with

in mending Gentler nights

where Dreams arrive in moth's breathe

that glyphs with mandibles that wish

to look at the, 'not yet's for years

to elements

transmuting

Life

&

Nevermind

the once something's

discussed

to malady

a mildews

want

to, 'I love you',

spread by

and mulched

in: not enough

salve slathered

for the

all alone's

to grow

Untouched by memento ja'dor

just Snow, memento invictus. remembers 

us, in halycon gloves scaling the 'the Wild Hunt', in Yule shine sky

caroling, for, in voices gone: 'let the bells ring wildly', 

 jagged throatstalagmite's glimmering grown: were

"thankful thoughts" borrowed from a comet's fall'o

.wanderlust

is it a symptom of existing in I, you, we, us, them, they, what is

ego shores to cast off, to sail in sails no mast could veil.

This verse is one that streams from the poetic beyond.

There was a tower that rose only under.

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