gold less golden starry
giddy as well pillbug
clock watching in dimness
walk through walls
here in former times
packaging changes
somehow the poem carried
arrives at its quarry
gold without golden
the rich black soil
“Line endings: you go to the store at regular intervals, Sense endings: but you run out of this & that, continually.” —The Theory and Practice of Oligarchic Collectivism
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