awake

i am awake     in house 

                        in how how 

its here to beeing letters      combine 

                                            convulse 

                                            columbine 

                        in verse 

                        inverse of vert of very veritas.

i am a wake     in time there'll be a wake an uncle asking if 

i'm alert an 

i'm not good at this at this 

i wish 

i had another.

i am                 in wake 

                        in water ironed by boat. 

i am up and feeling free. 

i am awake and smooth sailed but chop ahead a head there 

when said alie

When said alive, 

                  a lie,

                  a lock, 

                  a lot
                  a rock formation. 

                             Fly and 

                             form 

                  a         field of 

                             flowers, 

                             field of daffodils and craggy cliff

A beat is hidden softly in these words

which written look like letters on a page

but breathe and growl and howl when said. When said

little river
still  river

little river
still  rivering

still  rev

        revivering

still  rivering

little river

little river

little rider

        reviver

        Revere

little rider

still

        river

All Artists Fart

 It doesn't matter.

That is all

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Prayer in Iambic

O, Come thee, hand of Death, and wash from me
This stain of thinking. Purge the grime and rust,
The grease and filth of my still body. Come,

You monster! Free me from my own dependence,

And take from me the thought that a thought matters,

And free me from the notion that this means.

O, Death, please take, please hand of Death remove

This love for something that does not exist.

And yes, I know the hand I call is mine.

And yes, these fingers clack the instrument

Of my destruction, washed with brown and fear

And sentiment. I know I've given life

To that which shall consume me