from start to finish, my massive friends,
in quantities completely unheard of
by the third world and the natural book of history.
including, but not limited to, the diamond
in the smooth magic, the baby
in a pile of cubic zirconia
and the receipt to prove it all. crop
for the coil of the loyal galore. it cries! where
there is life there is habit forming.
maybe the sky used to open up and make
an exchange, nobody can know these things.
we didn't have cameras then.
one collateral left against the damage,
must make use of this collection,
portioned for the clumsy future. where there is
death, there is a recycling bin.
trash bag ready, to move on or at least be faced
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