Granted.
what do I have to do
make lists bam pow
for the first time
manage funds not attached to
my whims my judgement made
before the thoughts arose
making poems from threads the quik unpik
strews inside the circle of
my ground
time inside me
shatters spraddling the
future task the
compilation breeding
reinforcing hastiness
slack
sorrow fear
grant me what
grant me what imagination
drew the answer pile of
questions sticks
and bones
crunchy tripping feet
up here now
the
thing is
nearside to listening
writing
fugitive from lists
gathers close enough
try to see the date
that hulking shade
might
eclipse your sun
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