Lightning flavored rain hardens my directionless porous bone marrow
and with no paper {tiny worms} no pen and nothing with which to record
I ejaculate. premature
Exactly like I draw {tiny worms}
Conclusions.
How I pass. Judgements.
I’ve learned from The moon who is patient with the clouds
That people are not mysteries
Just little hairs {tiny worms}
On my retinas no pondering
Shapes on the wall. Revelry.
These are mine.
I’d show you but
No one else can see
It’s already made up
Tiny worms. self absorbed.
Part of me.
those tiny worms!
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