Hidden letters in the symposiac alter
music. You know you’re right
when the abbey redirects
chapels and replaces faults. Truth
and influence captured in newsprint loses
glare and dazzle in the Pennsylvania
landfill.
Days without prescription
and the silver edge analysis of the balcony
procession find sunlight under the trees.
I find sleep to disappoint and the story unwritten.
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Hey all, I know I am a day late to start NaPoWriMo. I went away to the shore for the weekend, and I was tired as hell last night. Don't worry though, I plan on catching up. Find more awesome poets at NaPoWriMo
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