solicitation
the lasting sting-pain
poet in the dark
bullet as diligent research bound
an advanced pain a dark desert
handcuffed de-terrene wrists
target where the adapting-pain
on pique-white predators tactical best
of the poet not some bluish-purplement in heavy traffic
the same stockeyed honey bee
pain scaled up to life for it is
that
more
life hours of morning
things failing the harvest
the poet’s own industry
from history
repelled forward
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