Tho you had said you weren’t
Part of a force

In the juniper’s thought was
I each entrenchment wandering

A fence line the color
Of melted Crayon over

Water as a treat. Water is rare. Water is an economy
Kicked sevenfold

You had only to blame the passenger
Sitting astride you

With a computer hanging around her neck you were
Riding toward an indeterminate

Margin. The door is
Fabulous wouldn’t say so

Carved from the absence
Threatened by the rise of Evangelism

No void no fill
No void all fill

All substance no fill
Void where prohibited

The content plays a trick
On the record player


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