just in saying black is white
dropped like ash
grey white like thoughts
wet with beer
and said
do you hear
here
where
there and back again
says it again
and again
curls get oily like the voiced
gravel of the years
spent now
of course
we read into it
what maybe was not there
but there you are
that’s time’s evil way
isn’t it?
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