Dancing And

 

I will wait

For swag to penetrate

And separate a mirror.

Until without my unregistered beat

Wincing and a cross

Ambitious love

Turn and arrow and dance and

 

I will wait. And,

Until I never and

Until and in tipping

Palms return and grave ministry

And teeth revive

Calm humour and

His embarrassment of glitches


I will wait

For the right,

And may he man. May he merit and

May I repent my heroism.

And to curse culture,

To cartilage and tram

And bend.

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