vacuum sealed thunder in can
to only flown be away
on flying little leaves
that land on sitting beatles.
fuck me ain't that a metaphor.
can you guess what it means
can I
can she or he, or books of people?
contemplaining all together
on the mystery and magic
of the syntax, of the word choice
a n d t h e s p a c i n g?
s p a c i n g .
what are words but fleeting thoughts
that can never be aligned
as properly, or perfectly envisioned?
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