Slow and slow and then fast
After the ending you have
no right to submit comments
You can try but won't grasp the punctuated seraphs
any more than the ashes
you watch helplessly wraithe into the occludable sky
And now denuded
[the trenches of some vast concealed mine
where major and minor premisses issue counteroffers]
Well, maybe others did this to us
but the make-over forged by a harried demiurge won't generate dividends
Any more than I can say
Andy Oram
February 6, 2020
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