Be a chooser go

Hey bay for us today & carrion

the market collapses takes us in / grants

one dance one only see us newt

bright green collapse the little air

therein                  rays of heaven headed us

are hairs / ends / days / mists /

pale discrepancies. us stands for us

in the stippled presence of half-things, junk,

a squirrel stinging his tail gold / capital rays / a hologram

that’s activity running along  light, essayic / laces us up

w/ little bones, commas, sticks—

The hairs of the lord be curls

of pollen erroneous melodies sheesh

the helm falters in the wet leaves / we rakes

we cards / we liquid piffle standing water

*Forthcoming in Raft 2

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