I was seduced by a hoax with teeth

In the back of my skull

A horn & a damaged computer

Search me sidetracked

Erased from stations

At the distant age of six

I raided a tent made of yarn

For large flakes of understanding

Silver genre, gender & osmosis

Wired through a merciless globe

Thin wrists of lassoed words

Arms monitored

Furniture & fragrance

Altering knots into a nice cast

I have no taste for torture

I was grieving the lack 

Of comfortable rain 

Or a sweet potato breakfast

Who have you seen 

From beginning to end?


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