Thinternal

Love bot not clogged
Steel Cuisinart pristine
I on purpose sit folded

Then a crunch in space-time
We deliver accidents
Boring down to right
We finance daring failure

But in here --
Soft mesmerize music
Klezmer plink-a-delic
Balanced color wheel
For white lovers with the blues

I used to stare out windows
For answers as to why I am here
I took too much Billy Collins acid
Flailed longer than expected under glass

But for what entire hope?
I have no braids to fancy up
I give no lecture at lectern under lantern-light

The immediacy of coning
The internal devoid of motion

I ride this to terminal
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8.9.13