attempting
to
get this
childs broken diorama of a world down
in
the
simple words i know
makes
them seem inadequate sometimes
as
i
pen
another toilet ditty
the daily death-gasm out the quiet windows
needs
a
new
lexicon to cross the rubicon
but
a giant vocabulary can alienate before it can impress
and
i'll
stick
to
my
block paving roots in the tangle under the red berry bush
for
now
thank
you
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