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| Venice #3: "Refracted Background" |
It goes where?
It stares
glares
near
far, it steers
the stars
clear of bars
or stripes
my gripes
take flight
crash the night
Hello, ween me off this dream, it's so fresh, so not clean, until it's not, til it stops, get a grip, take a trip, flip the script, toss right in sight of the director's face, the time, the place, disgrace.
I wasn't even supposed to be here today.
algorhthmic introduction
labotomental abduction
advertisarial corruption
psycohomeopathic suction
try bifocal reflection
age past me bi
sing you learn
wreck collect
I am supposed to...you know.
Predisposed to...you know.
Forced by un scene powers that be...or not to be.
That is the query.
Very un-necessary.
Rough
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