I dreamt a revision
of the work but lengthy still
away from dreams. Without smoke
to breathe through the cloud cover, drooling
down the sky, the rain approaches
a determination of crescents, indentations
left in the palm from tense fists
from holding it in.
The flatulence of an over articulation
the release of externalities
what is not usable, what is not valuable
to the subject for which a template is lacking.
I cannot draft a report
without a mold to start from.
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