canst the poet be a
tastemaker out to sea
out on the golden surface
burn immensly and inherit heart
canst the
subject be but battered pines
both statistical and
analysee
whoever is
born with the bright
hook in their eye
is but
paint on the field
every 22
seconds
a poet
chokes on volum neXus
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