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