The grace, laughing,
At a lunch counter.
The 'it' feeling
Immobilizes everything outside that halted
"Please, turn around."
The slake draws across everybody, and everybody
Just keeps thinking.
Be gone, be gone.
A prism started in the dark with a single color.
You know, when I think of your neck when you dance I see
The flightless vines strangling one another
In the garden.
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