"ORCHARD

  Orchard sweet
sweet orchard; first
starve
  Increasing centimeter
    of air. Song
has really no meter and
  faced, remains
once. Escape into uneven Impaired
  when it turns out.
      However possible dead
  out into wide places
my original plasma,
 oh counting birds.

      None
of unconscious limit?
However can be made on.
Is breathing askew
but to the real sense of sign
     of describe?,
      increase "fill me"
    and disjunction."

--Joseph Ceravolo, Spring in This World of Poor Mutts (1968)



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