MORNING REPORT 103
furious
at
whateverthefuck
on
a
beautiful morning
i swallow it / cough it / spit it
& count sets of five
in math zen
on my fingers
~
& i force-accept the yellow-white sun
its indifferent majesty
& unheard scream
its warming jazz
& coincident hug
up there
in the Great Black Hole
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