This disgrace
awoke from
fevered pause
meanders while
a registered croaking
a square of sun
positions involved
astral mission
after the elegiac
Americanisms in
the letters of Gregory Corso
O finitude
(this feels false)
I make like frogs
from the mud
creek bed
resource formed
with crystalline
resurgence from
furthest edge of wood
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