Poem -
Anointed
when i join myself
the appropriate thing to do
is to sing.
i keep smoking the glutenous smog
of my potential disaster.
yet i fold stars out of ravens
and the Monday of my choice
is anointed .
cold spark rumple
where the air descends
and the up
is down
for anything.
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