The Copious
to know what it would be like
when I did not know better
than knowing what it was like
would be worse than knowing
Turned back to get the cdr I
forgot and recognized the
blue and white fertiliser [pellets]
under my boot tread, and in
the night sky a cloud, its
cloudy [trim] haloed [white] by
the moon shine behind it. No
less the tail lights [spanning]
the back end of a
challenger blocks ahead in
the direction im headin.
Cuban in my pocket, bon
fire of the future awaits
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The copious, spider webs to
the exposed skin of face
and wrists, copies imperfect
. Kind of lightly [trailing] like
cells
[one can't remove]
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Twelve people here, but fun
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Theres a bit more people
here / getting more fun
Floating Wolf
