I suppose you’re a genius or something
And
that’s why your voice has a green
Patina
with just a hint of gloom and gold
It
makes me kind of sad but then again
I’m
glad to be the fool who has forgotten
Nearly
all I ever learned it keeps me
Perpetually
surprised hey! look at the way
Tongue-meat sounds its own sense
The
way syllables prevail over words
The
way sleep forgets itself and all
The
usual things dissipate in its grim
Grammar
O my friend I imagine you
Dreaming
in dazed garments maybe
Even
a quiet smile tangled up in peace
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