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"this-here"

old men bathing in the river
reminisce of rigor -
hitherforth,

psalms inhume some
sleep lain through sleeves
the river fills with perfumed beads
dipped in gold I presume,
there's just something about botany -
like old men, again
drifting by the salmon-stemmed sea
embalmed - exceed, forgotten but

i'm old enough to remember!
i'm young enough to remember...
this is where the lives unn'olded,
then sent for the stable, a cotton gin
then sold the stable

the powder is collected here
where i kicked up wet dust,
unclumped grainy bubbles of what's left -

i've brought it back to the surface

look at it!
a trace to trade!
this is your doing
this is always all yours
what wet, wax, and teaweed;
a fresh water mouthful -
cream diluting beneath twilight,
leaks from the surface

this is where the riverbed grew freely
it's kind of hard to walk,
into the big-a-big bath -
a shuffle at my favorite spot,
toting four kinds of talc, and a bag of milk
it still grows unpursued

to break my build,
to bind me to a rosehip
a floral affluent -
tear me in half, come on;
you've g't a hobby for it
where, of the spoils of the course of ardor
we're meant to wear as the day has worn oil,
quieting other perfumes together

you left me alone with the river
with the waxing tide of centuries,

the tired laps of history,
with the tiny breaths.-of-last-breath
and the last horse out of the stable.

the feather astern fainting away from a moth
like a feint.

and those gusts race out,
the saints Coterie,
unable to end where the river began!

but just to resume, anywhere
can do its purpose, that pullover
be the trough of your arm -
they'll itch aware of
the deaths of my children
lost in the breath of my storm

old men bathing together again
for to keepin' the river warm

"the inner vitamin"

please, don't let this be,
bright feigning visible eggs?!

drops her mill to the floor,
rinsing a saladbowl
pleading for more water, nutmeg;
apologies for forgetting red water
i just couldn't watch,
i know mess and semblance

she brings me to halves, in services,
straightens her grimaces,
while i'm deciduous, turned away
,a thinning weight, a loyal bearer

we could learn marbles, if she'd let us,
i broke her necklace
small airy pearls of breaths,
the last of my boys and girls

this ' thin origin of embellished spirits,
straightforward budding,
plaque in a river -
these notions of breath are all backwards

it's unfresh with emptiness before it
flora based abreast
just won't find "this-here" in this mess
unless I'm gilded, but I'm gone
and how am I to get anything done?
do it once or do it some

i've left you to your long baths,
let you absorb tiny rivers,
many haloed on a dry rock
misted by the mill
this river never saw such woman:
sipping from her perfume flask,
allowing her length
acerb law unthawed the maple leaf

exposed her rivers' open wrinkle,

stripped us of her pressing

bobbing about oxygen,
a block of breath chime

i invest in my filth,
let it happ'n;

stuck here for ages
my feet in the gambia, zambezi, osages
- abrade images of a gondola
for a good enbankment suit;
i'm recalling how I became acceptable -

how anger bred certainty
breeding brought lively 'hoods
groping at the valleys of your arm
it was i who interrupted her charm
attended your word as a visitor
expecting you to admit it to her -

that i disturb the river
with unannounced empathy
i inurn of the inner river

Description
"this-here"

old men bathing in the river
reminisce of rigor -
hitherforth,

psalms inhume some
sleep lain through sleeves
the river fills with perfumed beads
dipped in gold I presume,
there's just something about botany -
like old men, again
drifting by the salmon-stemmed sea
embalmed - exceed, forgotten but

i'm old enough to remember!
i'm young enough to remember...
this is where the lives unn'olded,
then sent for the stable, a cotton gin
then sold the stable

the powder is collected here
where i kicked up wet dust,
unclumped grainy bubbles of what's left -

i've brought it back to the surface

look at it!
a trace to trade!
this is your doing
this is always all yours
what wet, wax, and teaweed;
a fresh water mouthful -
cream diluting beneath twilight,
leaks from the surface

this is where the riverbed grew freely
it's kind of hard to walk,
into the big-a-big bath -
a shuffle at my favorite spot,
toting four kinds of talc, and a bag of milk
it still grows unpursued

to break my build,
to bind me to a rosehip
a floral affluent -
tear me in half, come on;
you've g't a hobby for it
where, of the spoils of the course of ardor
we're meant to wear as the day has worn oil,
quieting other perfumes together

you left me alone with the river
with the waxing tide of centuries,

the tired laps of history,
with the tiny breaths.-of-last-breath
and the last horse out of the stable.

the feather astern fainting away from a moth
like a feint.

and those gusts race out,
the saints Coterie,
unable to end where the river began!

but just to resume, anywhere
can do its purpose, that pullover
be the trough of your arm -
they'll itch aware of
the deaths of my children
lost in the breath of my storm

old men bathing together again
for to keepin' the river warm

"the inner vitamin"

please, don't let this be,
bright feigning visible eggs?!

drops her mill to the floor,
rinsing a saladbowl
pleading for more water, nutmeg;
apologies for forgetting red water
i just couldn't watch,
i know mess and semblance

she brings me to halves, in services,
straightens her grimaces,
while i'm deciduous, turned away
,a thinning weight, a loyal bearer

we could learn marbles, if she'd let us,
i broke her necklace
small airy pearls of breaths,
the last of my boys and girls

this ' thin origin of embellished spirits,
straightforward budding,
plaque in a river -
these notions of breath are all backwards

it's unfresh with emptiness before it
flora based abreast
just won't find "this-here" in this mess
unless I'm gilded, but I'm gone
and how am I to get anything done?
do it once or do it some

i've left you to your long baths,
let you absorb tiny rivers,
many haloed on a dry rock
misted by the mill
this river never saw such woman:
sipping from her perfume flask,
allowing her length
acerb law unthawed the maple leaf

exposed her rivers' open wrinkle,

stripped us of her pressing

bobbing about oxygen,
a block of breath chime

i invest in my filth,
let it happ'n;

stuck here for ages
my feet in the gambia, zambezi, osages
- abrade images of a gondola
for a good enbankment suit;
i'm recalling how I became acceptable -

how anger bred certainty
breeding brought lively 'hoods
groping at the valleys of your arm
it was i who interrupted her charm
attended your word as a visitor
expecting you to admit it to her -

that i disturb the river
with unannounced empathy
i inurn of the inner river