Out of Collective: I

patience

holds each
cup of air

allows each breath of car
to unfold windows
from palms without lament
nostalgia breaks down shatters of glass
pavement marbles scatter windows
across

cement

language understand global fascination deteriorate beneath old tales told slantwise to say those who can’t hear sadness accumulate edges sardonic glasses festival in parenthesis and penguin fascinations to the

gargoyle percentage

dangle

dangle on

dangle on and never
ask a sentence
to punish its forensics unless
welcome

and as it does
the horizon scope tilt
off kilter
brings shade

liquor

and languishes in the reveries

if

this mirror
were brought to
light bare

centrifugal

tight
lifts
snap and elevation
would decline

half a century
gone in window
pane ash
heap of
non-
collective

piles searching for
life the

space

instrumental
lightning
guides

relived to their

domestic views

breaking binoculars hold these shoes
flies leave finally escalating out
of death

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