how many words are in there
like a clown scarf i keep pulling
at them. pages of incoherent babel
carefully manicured for a variety of
purposes. a talk. this poem. that
email. a run away set of trains
racing through every station.
powered by an unnamed fuel.
the ice cream is melting. the cats
are frisky. i don’t know how
else to make myself clear.
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