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for its lack of rules
a mental list uncoiling
not grinding to a halt
is morning still explaining
the pattern is spreading out
in the task performed
is beginning to rival
the light walking stairs
walks on the back of benches

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And the notes were taken down
and are being brought back up

Sin Does Not Exist Below
it is merely being kept alive

Discrepancies are not unusual
in the artificial light
that plans call for the effort
of. Black cherries and a canvas glove.

Aluminum corners tightly on
the edges of steps

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it’s snowing here this morning
so the pavers are unique
low and behold I throw up
and the floor tiles are unique
looking into pulling back
to monotony
because a cat’s been struck
coming back by going out
British birds start the morning chorus