ANSWER THAT

 ANSWER THAT

residual outgrowth of unanswered talkative and reconstructive – deliverance.

i walked upon a shallow grave without permission to do so and, the light underneath grew verbatim to an inch of that within sickness fold and lightening refusal. a typed out mistake going further as if there was reconstruction in the tone of the evening, my voice of tone – turned directly and independantly as though all was previous and therefore lost, impossible to think that one can make things easier through a relaxed effort.

                comfortable, peaceful, knitting needles and jack-offs, pulsing to the chorus flux. An intake and denial up first on the list, as the stages rock and the nights roll.

toll.

hollering

                and Sunday.

wasteful discharge of yesterdays regrets, psyche and artificial thought, disgruntled as the day lingers on.

toll

and ashfall –

flat stick on the tolerator pedal

infectious and licked

who am i to question the die?

who are you to question?

Nicolee Ferris

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