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That every poem is lifeist.

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That all poems are derivatives.

Halfways house.

   ––Peeping mot.

Looking at you suggests a half-way solution. But then again, you offer me your half-way solution, and there's suggested laughter.

Wry animal face, are you an ethic over there to relieve us from these summing permutations?

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That poetry is insufficient cover for professional opinions.

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That the poem in its career is primed to the warrant of the Literature.

Visible Settlements

Hesitation is the actuary of the poem. 

All this forsaken urgency, contemplated as risks to a public business, like nyjer seed scattering across a ledger.

Actuaries at Peace

Anything is the measure of joy.

The most important thing is not to die.

Practice

A deep unremitting intelligence, its extensibility, and then the fear of attenuation.

It could be livable.

That despite all this freighted expectancy, it comes wrong.

That despited

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That despite all this freighted expectancy, it comes wrong in the poem.

This Time It's for Real

Against expression.

Really?

All this endurance of the business and the cruelty to arrive at reticence–– and retention?

A hold-back project, as nostalgic as self-loathing, even where the self is accidentally yours.

My son is also against expression, mostly anxiously, surprised or unsure that he is also a container –– until periodically he arrives at a consensus and participates –– shitting copiously, and gratefully.