Karol Bak Malarstwo
Can we claim humanity
Having been sired in deficit?
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As always I arrive unsatisfactorily
Below the meniscus
Of your overturned smile
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Why is it that our moods
Occupy the same rotation?
Two parts misery, one part disease
You are ugliest when you sleep
When the succubus slits
The cicatrix of your self-effacing armor
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There is a reason
That creation and annihilation
Are synonymous terms
A reason that you occupy
Every exposed aperture
And I every chambered nuance
A reason too cohesive
For our primitive tongues
To articulate
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This has nothing to do with the above poem but I was out all day watching a performance by the fire department with Isadora. As an adult and a short one besides I got to stand rigidly strait staring at the back of people’s heads frozen to the bone. My body just hurts from being trapped in the upright mummy position for hours (maybe not hours exactly :-P). After the show she got to look inside fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances and what not. I was standing near the speaker too but she’s happy lol
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