a chorus of gummybear laughter accompanies
the books reading themselves (it wasn't me who thought of that at all)
in pompous dampened voices (a frozen thoughtless moon).
Preferring in our leisure (all huff and puff all in and out all wasn't wouldn't disagree)
not to speak at all but! condense deliberation.
stitched right there (bullseye) the convex folds
our browsshape by provisional convection.
all the
(detached sinking?)
while we were
deeeeeeply din sis tant less... (yeeeesssssssss?)
but wasn't found our estimating eyes
goggled with convincing cheekbone stretchwork
baiting contemplacency's translucence... (enough already)
no
never in the the of wasn't could one ascertain
diameter between our headlined legibility
and technicolored drools obsenity.
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