no flex in twilight
I ramble so hard
I can do it
in a chair
riding on
the high places
of the earth
as the center
maps exactly
to the perimeter
I just keep on
holding my choke
I just keep shaking
my masterpiece
it’s all going
to be night
from here on out —
I like it. It’s all
good. good night —
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