Random # 222 = 435 in base-7; 4 + 3 + 5 = 12 lines
the wrung thread that raddles
rapt dyspeptic grep days
burning that boil-garnet
above our crunk functions
i take my place in the flow
plumb out of chrome plated
plot twists here where thought churns
dronefire mires tomorrow
maybe a shelf labile
i find in my higher hurl
dyspeptic orb parboil
i prove with my allotment
A bank in Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
"There is no I taken in itself, but only the I of the primary word I-Thou and the I of the primary word I-It." --Martin Buber (tr R G Smith)
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