Seven

daylight caught in the summer as
words

oozing across the screen
broken into emotion remnants

all the right words where they ever are
even into proto words

brush a thistle together and form me

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Money, I'm Sorry

streaming in two
open doors, and
It’s all happening


all I begin
alls fall from my mouth
as the moon cries because
its gone with the
glow core of its eternal rockets


reflect O thirst
sun spread

It's all daydreams
like the sign trying to
escape its flashing lights



..

Her eyes said guess

as daylight causes summer words

as countless un
frozen forms

forms forming from
inside two golden mirrors

wear all out what they actually are

and there are no crimes
in loving in a selfless way

and that's what you want in a poem
so it doesn't have life




.

The control of awesome powers

resembling
thought into thoughts
echoing off alabaster
played back in time



The  reassembly of  precious current...
mind forever Things
now even have things


into pick up and move mountains
or into two pieces
or  the gift of memory

seen through
circles of time

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