Her body is mechanical,
in through the door,
boats way out in the harbor.
In the soft bright afternoons,
we never wed, but sat
paralyzed in leisure.
He thought:
All the fat little dogs
named Buster.
She thought:
Hanging round things
in simple clusters.
The world is one.
Summon genius.
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.