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The enduring synonym between things. Standing at the ultra-threshold. Thinking about
the word ‘relive.’ Autumn broke open that little gap between heaven and here. Just saw
it in the colors. Superfucked the way they got ideology gripped up. I think they love
losing to each other. Cucks up on MSNBC. War in the Middle East. An expanded zone
of extraction. Love held me tf down back when I couldn’t function. When I was fucked
up on drugs. Went to 12 Step to develop a theory of what the fuck is going on. Need to
see some type of light every day. Sun. God. Indominable part of human existence that
refutes conditions of deepening hostility towards fellow flawed exister. I’m gonna loop
several people that I had to take some space from back in because I’m ready for that.
Basically, apologize for being unwilling to address the crisis in my life. I’m telling you,
this vaunted cathedral of maples turnt yellow over dirt road, sky gleaning through.
Absolutely floods my pussy. I rearranged my will to be outside my mind and body. Some
called it surrendering, some called it vulnerability. I’m not happy, I’m just coping.
Perspective shift. Look down at ground. Read news. Memorize names, historical
processes. The proliferation over time of warships in the Pacific littoral, the alliances of
imperial powers and their peripheral subjects. Shifting between Chinese and Americans
whims. Feeling depressed to think about living through another cold war. Not as
depressed as I’ll feel if it’s not that cold. It’s okay to feel confused by power. Life. Fruit in
different conditions. Supermarket. Tree. Hand. Love held me tf down back when. I am
still learning how to use it, to fulfill its invitation. Portal. Top of trees coruscating, cold
and perfect air. Sought a life without any neutrality. It caused me so much pain and
freedom. Stood tall on communism. Church. Preach. Say I am a simple servant, an
evangelist for my God which is you, which is us. Got caught up in social justice for a
while, and for that, I am sorry. Lateral dimension, the one right next to us. Pray it breaks
through into this one. Pray the veil may rip, the world may end. Had to clear my head
the other day so I went to Long Island to thrift. I can handle the commodity downstream.
Fun and funky. I said I won’t be poor anymore. I said I’m gonna make it. Nothing
changed. Remained poor. My poem, remained a poem. Discuss amongst yourself. I am
not a fucking man. I am not strong enough. Hurt by the many oscillating events of life.
‘Abused’ I say to my analyst. She never says it back. I don’t know what happened to
me. Same as you.

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