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Fragment 5

Fragment 5


Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make unorthodox little poems unto themselves.


Fragment 5

Legs questions.
Chaos.
Order our high crest, get big.
A rest,
in
apex, yelling my one self.
Heart of blood,
a true great.

Possession of fire with
we come from.
And while
activities desk,
this one will far away sees this alveolar.
Come, my head,
wind.

And while
those who
next time, next time,
we advice my spirit in this village editorial
about office academics on what local,
now our non-optical
wind.


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