7. In spaces of delicacy, shapes fall like stained glass from lightning’s first strike. I don't know what I'm doing, spreading myself thin over time. But now I know how you feel. I think it's just like me. You treat me like our kind has always treated others. But it's too bad I can't find you, even worse that I can't let you go. I don't want to be those things you think, the things I think about everyone but you. A lie is so easy to tell it hurts. How do we first learn to be dishonest? I was taught by the best, but then again, you probably were too. We should have been perfect, but I am not becoming. Release. Can you release me if you have it in you? It's not your responsibility but I'd love to give it to you. Curly pie, what a magician. I should have known your tricks. (I use them too.) 8. Swallowed whole they slip back To the spinning world of what used to be Social deviance and is now Social conformity. To the excess?
JILLIAN ROSE KRUPP
Perhaps. And those extremes keep the extremities Of dharma bums content, for now. Till crack gets too expensive.
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