Now passing the meridian
replica or real thing?
it's up to you!
hung up on the parallel
achy breaky carousel
round and round
41st + Madison
source of all's been happening
on the hour every hour
i fought a thought of valiant establishment
versal tracks led me to form a compass from clay
encompassing fay

Walking round with a ticking, whirring award, won wrong
(one wrong step away)
Bit in byte of a second place -
third, fourth and fifth - bow-out now
now it's so hollow
follow me Over the winding fallows
lined with shallow hazes
in shadow of maize it's finer
/ than the thoroughfare
tho the husks are mighty sallow /
/ pistons pushing proud
through yet another round /

On the incline
bracken turns to moss
turning back, i see / what i forgot
lycanthropic faces wait at the foot
things were good, but i'm fucking up all the time now /
/ what fossil foe preserves the force acting on me?
i’m in a pickle!
and finding friends is tough
from furrow falls /

A pinpoint of light
penetrates sideways
the pomegranate's eye
trickling, lightly
down waterways high
through foam and through folly
the river still winds
forgone are its sorry old
ways where we found
penitence, flighty and
floundering, how
we'd fish for a rational
reason to ground
ourselvs in each other's
abounding renown
at risk now of sounding
eternal alarms
the widest of sounds
is the bredth of yr arm
and far 'cross the wrist
of a mountainous flight
wher evergreens mighty
and shiverng might
feel temptd to shed
now th cold seson's nigh
old leavs could jst drop
like a thousnd long sghs
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it's a lot to think about

The night's in my eyes and i am falling through a thick fog. As rundown approaches we are hollowed by a mighty fist. By name and by nature the rampancy dwells in smaller spaces.
Feeding me waste.
Stifling praise.
Rusting away.

Here's a four-letter word
that means just what you're thinking
ride it down to the depths
of now tawdry affection
/ fettered, fragile and thick
with a new - too tragic! - affliction
through a mist
in a bit
of a twist
spot the crest
of a waving king pole /
/ i telephoned the teller
to tell them to tell her
the till had run dry
but that river still winds
'til the mountain towns /

Stepping lightly intoxed
in a foraying humour
following a trail of music
hubris slips right away
through my lips into nothing
sheaves once solemn sparkle with opal
shirking peridot pathos
it's so overrated
overwrought attractions fill the vacuum
dorvle relics across the ground
really just strewn about
chucking me out
to confront the recoiling doubt
it's louder than you
it's louder than me too
call me a coward
you know i would
but please
realise, it takes time
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Heuristics fail me now
i'm not alone in here
eddying neighbours abound
all trimmed in a pearl ink
streaming along
in the safety
of a deluged enciente
insurrection speaks its mind