Floutist

In your battle of grub versus weevil
There are permanent faults
Statistical errors
And fraudulent sociological frameworks
That's what makes it so delicious

I frowned a fern today
Poor pteridophyte never saw it coming
Rolled up on itself
Spore hugging spore
Nature making soft circles of everything
When it has the chance

Built awful, more than I can choose
These errors in judgment
Just mean we still have things to learn
About life
And circles
And long breaks with silence so loud
It makes one puke up colors

Scum rings, arbiter cleft undead
Running ellipses around planetary matter
You fall so hard you don't know where you are
Thinking you might need a transplant
Or a wagon, hearse, gurney
Then, ahhhhhh
A deep breath
Wind gets knocked around in bags
With paddles and otherwise
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1.10.13