I have a short memory
or that random access
i just have to sweeten the rate
the same one that i hold in my pocket for years.
For months live like a vagabond in the discard pile
unroll delays and revelations to organize the escape ...
For months i like the infamous beasts ...
i fall asleep upset among lilies and roses devout
but fortunately your eyes distract me mild
from my meanness and filth in the balance between chaos and order
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