Thursday, April 7, 2016

8009. EACH TIME THERE'S WATER

EACH TIME 
THERE'S WATER
Each time there's water the ocean
gets slick, and there are no further
ways to continue : a green-grass
carpet of algae and kelp, floating
matter on a wild ride. Like atoms,
festooned with glory and chance.
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This university town starts crazy 
and ends up worse. Talking 
gibberish, the clowns keep the 
streets clean of trees, while the
settlers serve coffee and tea. 
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Here is the magic diamond where
great minds play. 'Institute' quite
sums it up. I walk the new long 
grass, but cannot quite think up
an idea of what to say or where
I am. Something now spins and 
diminishes while remaining still 
and growing larger. My, my
we should act concerned.

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