ever wanted truth - truth so powerful you feel like falling on your knees and licking her all over - no - get up - talk to me - about truth - in the words - in the ink you can't see
speak to me, as powerful as any
let's put these looks aside, could we, looks of reality, I am bowled over, earth so hesitant to be more, than it is, for the world
male, female, brain, lost, even to professional, educated, what are only of matter form, grow further, than stationary surface, of all the machinery, politics, continents
projected globe and us
where is our real truth
ever sad - aggressive bulldog blond, or misshapen, or arrive clumsy, in our media, capability
ever the camera's not right, the production isn't quite right, nothing about us is quite right, adapting, to truth, of us at all
besides lying conniving operatives burying any chance telling "of us" poor humans no allegiance to anything just lost, operatives of lost no paycheck on it no secret messages "don't reach deep enough" "where"
for earth
blond ink not written, blond words you don't tell me in equation find helper words empty poem room emptiness
stand have grey screen flip out from side, static on it, lines coursing, little black words, film, finger near, voice from behind camera "blond words" no
find blocked out come along find in erstwhile weather in the past odd earth sky couches never revealed I'm friendly book
not of earth, not of anything we are and ever will be
dystocia .. slow or difficult labour or delivery .. ensorcell .. enchant me, beg of me, bewitch, not sorcerer .. sad small meek of earth get groceries
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