sweating
raze i could have written you
a river of words
with what covered my face
and everything below it
before the air took
what i had to offer
and chilled my bones
to keep the muscle and flesh
that conceals and corrals them
from spoiling

in the absence of
whatever toxins and spores
might have given way
to delirious discourse
i slam my head against the wall
and let the colours come out
the retinue of my mind
a chromatic clerihew
devoid of subject
or surprise
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from