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(1)
Feeling the Arc of Glory before the
Descending raw
(2)
This is a Nail: -a level (-err) Reversing, the Background (is) of a
Memory, a Motion, in itself, Hammering down
a Judgment on a Body, without Prejudice
(3)
We were Having such a Time, in the Bright Lights, in the Big City, in the
Gesture to Absolve this Being-Alone
(4)
And the Ensuing Reversal of the
Position as such
(5)
When at Dawn, the Fist Might Carry off at
the Hinge any Objection, when all this Face-Weary
World Lays Beaten
(6)
My Anxiety needs a Point to Rupture a
Departure for a Description of its
Current Mode of Production
(7)
And this Gesture Begs for Penetration
(8)
Now, Suppose I Were to Construct a Deception to Interfere with the Sincerity of
this City
(9)
My Desire is never Accurate
(10)
To Know that you are Alive while I am Writing this
(11)
That is a Notion too Cruel for this
Formal Gesture of Love
(12)
Being Beaten-Down was Never intended
for this Twist in the Plot
(13)
It is Almost an Unbearable Pleasure
to Expend all my Energy with you, in
the Sheets, before the Break of Morning
(14)
Understand:---------------àthis, by No Means, Implies, that I
Intend to fucking Break Myself Open
for You
(15)
Finality, Paralyzes, in Any Form, whatever that Process had Hoped to Be
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