ALL THE GREAT AND
GLORIOUS EVERYWHERE
Yes, yes, I want to codify everything that I see :
the worm knows best its wormhole, and, as was
put by someone somewhere - the world has
a crack, where the light is let in.
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Even this harbor is sinking into the ground : I have
the stories and I've heard all the tales. The two men
are hunched over cards and beer - their cigarettes
dangle from pathological lips. A dim glow, a barren
light. Let me sit, oh, let me sit as well.
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When things get sad, the world devolved into
its own earthen brown - a thin tan, better than
bad coffee, but thin and weak nonetheless - we
must arise from our graves and aspire? To
where our sunflower wishes to go?
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The closet and the catalogue and the carton
and the casket - all things work together
here, and this forceful moment pushes its
life along. I am witness, left to tell, of
all the great and glorious everywhere.
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