True rain automatic
And the vessel
Passes through
And by,
Wind,
Instant cool
On shaven cheeks,
I won’t tell you
What you want me to
And you won’t say
What I need you to
Boxcar cinematic
And the world
An arbitrary
Device
That lets
Us build and birth
All manner of silly
Creations,
Human
And otherwise.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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