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Things disappear
into strange cracks in the firmament
no need to struggle and search
or get upset
just wait
Until you stumble upon an accidental ritual
and the angels bring it back again

Sometimes I think I'm crazy
Like this one time...
at Trader Joe's
I saw a grown woman's hands
transform into a pair of wings
and fly
but of course there they were
pedestrian hands again

I'm buffeted by the weather out some strangers head
Crowds form a storm front
Impeding my progress
The skinless steer
Lol
Hope at least I sold that coat
and bought myself
the kindest dope

Sometimes I think I'm crazy
Must've gotten burned on some bad chemicals
I forgot the trick
was to always quit just short of bliss
I forgot the trick
was to merely hold a rubber knife to your wrist

Bags turn into cats
and cats back into bags again
The corner of my eye is a war zone


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