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"rest break
the cold edge
of hide and seek"

--@poem_exe

His Highness in Yellow.

maze of cookie-cutter phrases
illumined by grim thunder's peal
calaveras fr my sherpas,
cast beyond the work world's pale
i vend lame plea
to the ever-unseen shapers

each moment is a breathless leap
nor quite without its share of seraphs
if i could manage once to listen
here the only customer
where all is tinsel
or wholly gold & silent

relentless, endgame-costumer
O tell me how these hands enlist

The tradition of spatial writing.

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