There Is Only Our Reaction and Our Enemy’s

A yellow southern light was on my mind
when I saw the unowned outlines for lower grades.

An alkaline evening needed me to pick you up in a boat,
wondering who we were before at this point in time.

To ulcers and ultrasound we have sacrificed cold chickens
wrapped in an oilskin with more sour measles (or less).

Pepper and rice are not a recipe for immortality
and the children of silk are not yet coded to THE BOOK.

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There Is Only Our Reaction and Our Enemy’s

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