On Isolated Ground

     The devil, or god, or both or one

And the same struck

Me with a lame condition

That drains the brain

Of all coherent thought,

     For I have a kink

That sidesteps the predicate

And hones in on only

Each outcome each,

Elective ending and it’s like

Bending time

That folds in on every

Action – every provocative reac...

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