wild animus park | m durrance

hyper lit memories
hey you we miss you, you

petals a drunkener still
slap down factories of unawares

un inside, old ain’t much
paint needles pain to knit the dream

long dead blazes halve yesterday
here when though and oh so funny so

gray believes in things it can’t explain
time is forced frontward by alone

crack in the crevice of smoke dog stares
by speaking glass you ice the ear

sound cutting keys for any way out
but there’s no unringing the bell


Right String, Wrong Yo-Yo
Are not about
But also this

Is is neither there nor that
If any space between

And though I’d like to use like
To marry up when and where

I do not like like
And here be only here for here
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