We are metered only by our own machines,
while the book is a clock that forgets her machanics.
IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.
SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.
There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have words.
DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.
I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.
HER BARBED-WIRE SMILE
LIFTED YOU TO HEAVEN
BUT I HAVE TO ASK
DID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE
YOU SAY "POET" LIKE THAT MEANS SOMETHING.
POETRY HAS A PEPTIC PRESENCE. PRESENTLY.
ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.
SPOILER ALERT: EVERYONE FALLS IN LOVE & DIES!
WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.
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