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A drought in a flood
I suppose the raw dark grieving
that turned the little water
to a dangerous metal
was brushed under the rug
I suppose the overloaded evil was unwanted
I lose and forget
I vote to go down
To the desolate and dangerous
I suppose I’m in a drought
I get drowned
My vacant eye
My dry mouth
I'm a dazzling uncertainty
I compel a strangers admiration
Not I
I suppose the intolerable will hold no justice
I suppose I was not prepared
I the victim was restless
I am skipped every time
I suppose I was not prepared
For the drive as little as a child
A crooked reluctance to ask
I suppose I’m not fixed
The frantic maker who made us was trying
I’m an apprentice of fear
Of ridicule
In fact I found the rabbity people
I didn’t rightly belong
The unearthly landscape running driven for me
I don't know the pure pleasure of permanently
I'm painted pale with fear
I' m on the details
I'm waiting for a war
While I was wind-warped
I was frantic to talk
I a burning fire crackles
I the nameless, friendless, senseless
I'm dreadful and made sliver
I have strained myself trying to do it
I wasn’t seeing the color in myself
The universal exotic bond in me was unanchored
I rediscovered myself
I was caught in the blanket of stars
That I collected in a fire
That land was lovely beyond thought
I was hungry to talk to hope
I sparkle like frozen dew-drops
Dazzling in a starlight pleasure
My mind is now pure
One cannot make the words to strong
I was the sun and the moon
I'm peculiar and merely need a tune up
I'm lightning
Lightning attending strictly to business
I look beautiful I look dwarfed
I'm raw from the bottom to the top
I'm the clarity of light
I will be fame and fortune
My performance has cracks all about
I’m out of my turtle shell
I could be honor
I could be justice
I'm out beyond the edges
I was caught by the clean-lined clarity of color
Now I am gold
I am tin,
HERE WE GO AGAIN.

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This is a found poem for " The travels with Charely" and "The weather of new england".