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Wikipedia Poem, No. 917

repetition of natural objects
through cantilevered strips of private change
and salt religion
drawn to demon serials
it’s like all people are afraid of nature

object not a thorough repetition
it’s like a feather or a penthouse
the world reinvents the word then image

nesting palms
prepare branches
of sin

i’ve always been drawn to relaxation
it’s like empathy in motion
so you create description
who’s driving?

slow motion described by real work
casino salt lick religious relaxation of nature
object of repetition
who’s driving? private description

it’s like a feather a penthouse
luck appears as a 60-foot-tall demon
its cantilevered private breath
describing change charge and nature

this life is not theater
though maybe the next