my oversight falls flat on its face with the seeping light through
the darkened rags on the windowsill. the opening daybreak
wreaks havoc on the frontal lobe stirrings. like a knife in a blender.
while it has only been twice in happening, where does the
wrap fall, where does it exit to? i'm being presumptuous,
i'm being similarly(predictably) stubborn
but i can sit with a patented patience and watch the events localize in my favor
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