just like me / killbillorfuckmary

There eyes that smile
over ilumem flesh slung, met
found here and only just
past corners set, of bricks’ red lines
to ponder on long alley’s pages
only just or long torn out…

(So sandlike those
er’ether cast t’oscillic, time-right, too
mid raggy clouds
they’r'hind turn-blown, and pour’d
with little by-left, low’en`d, in-side violet wrinkles…)

There the eyes that run
a-burnt to meet some comer new
for instants cannot want at them
or see their mem’ry’s flight,
too, still and fore in passing

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