~ for Kyle, after his 1st St. Marx reading
If and when you flipped your shit
A lot a mode of interrupt
That shows the senses a way out
Of sense demonstrates a parity
Of insight the printed word
And word spoken in the air
Like it were printed a kind of hall
ucination what “fuckery” would
Reveal context wherever we go
Hell opter literalism folds
The world so we are in it
Like a wreck of print lends eyes ears
Ears eyes touches these distances
Song adjusts your mind is on
My mind again its different
Colors of the sky today none
theless irradiating a common sense
The lower cases too equivocate.
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