A Dadaist collage prose poem ~ words in your ear
Photocopy book, who knows –
Walls may be on fire.
When the sky sings, the soul becomes heavy, like a post office. Tired of this list? Words in your ears – is that all? is that all? not yet? You can climb the waterfall. You can climb the #waterfall.
You can climb the waterfall in fact or in fiction, or in a tin can during a summer downpour. Tired of this list? From this list, murmuring wisps, motorcycle heartbeats, the sighing ceaseless sky – fact or fiction? How do you know? How do you do it? Dare the sky and the #earthworms at #dusk. The earthworms at dusk, fact or fiction? Tired of this list? Climb the waterfall.
Under the smooth pebbles – #Reverberations, oyster beds of memories and lost letters. I don’t care anymore ~ {fact or earthworms} – fiction % or summer $ downpour – I don’t care anymore. Every spiritual morning – I write a new letter that I know will be burned for safety. Walls may be on fire. Walls may be on fire now. Walls may be on fire, when buying fuel. They live on petroleum. Choices, fact or earthworms {*} fiction or summer downpour – Behold my tears. These are my tears – a summer downpour. These are my tears – people wearing photo windows – rising in the earthworms’ shadows – shadows in the melting photographs, photographs smooth as the pebbles defending the shore: The Shore ~ the shore the shore – the shore of your ears, as smooth as #pebbles.
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