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We Are All Just Waiting to Be Found.

"count the bright puddles"

   squirrel frowning
atop wood fence
   color same

new song release
   by famous
defunct player

   gray morning
when growl's passed
   i lug trash

tripsome driveway
   what's the blues
but a blindside

   of hard grief
& forced growing
   not yet knit

to neat story
   not yet framed
with fine outcome

   flattened squirrel
you scoot across
   & forget

gabbing meanwhile
   it's the blues
blisters your face

   as you drive
t'ward no clear dream
   all day long

later under
   some motel's
snaggly neon

   nonsense word
that spells your wyrd
   turn the key

If the difference between a medicine and a poison is the dose, and différance is both difference and deferring of meaning, maybe sometimes you swallow the mystery capsule without knowing the exact dose and find out the differing meaning later.

"Watching unmoved the fall of burning worlds" --J Stanyan Bigg

Green neon batter.