by August 2, 2019 0 comments

A flight for a special agendum
is convened. The sky is cut
into two pieces through referendum.

of the electorate
are superfluously organic.

“I am” is diagonally refracted
through the thick glass of being
and falls on the green algae


collisions neither sink nor swim.

Here I feel,
“I am alone in this white street lined with gardens.”

editors note:

Existential dodge ball, “I am” or not. – mh clay

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