In my mind
I write a book
in a language pre-Mesopotamia
in a language
post apocalyptic
but the context
all twentieth century fox
The stars-Gates, Einstein, Ford & bell
I paddle still waters
before Plato weaned a thought
I lie upon empty shores
long after the last bomb has fallen
and the red has run deep to the earth
and I know
yes, I know
that the beginning
and end
must be tied, in the middle
DETONATOR!
the last equation
must be solved
the last thought
-provoked
and then, quiet
as before
but first
and now
i write a book
in my mind
I call it
Noise
an epic
fer sure
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I just keep landing on the words to the right, as if they stand alone. I like them there, wearing their sizes like Easter outfits.
"I write a book
the context all twentieth century fox
and I know
yes, I know
DETONATOR!
and then quiet
as before
i write a book
in my mind
an epic
fer sure"
The left is good too. The whole is good. It's just...there's a whisper over there on the right. You always gotta listen to the whispers, and the whisperers. It's anything but noise.
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