ZANE (irgquthtp) wrote,

one would like to think that one can think

one would like to think that one can think in
my drizzle. my drizzling alphabet
all ten thousand scarlet teenagers. squealing in the trees
tangled threads of hyperspace. boyish tangles

slippery fleets of bygones. entangle
threads of old lips. precisely asking beeswax
for more meaningful conception. both-and-neither-mother
ask. entwine within your wild smile

it means asking Sainte Marine as much as the local cronies
becoming part of the knife itself part of the symbol
and my hiccup. your earth-green balloon mutters
I cease at the queen. the ice queen. all fallen splinters.

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