And as the bird attacked me I saw its eyes. No, a bird with the intelligence
of a man is not a man; just as the space between the stars dwarfs the stars,
just as no description is exhaustive, just as loneliness is sort of generic
if I lose my cool
if I find my way
if I play the fool
if I have my say
under stars remote as long term engines to make hands
shmoetry
Surrealism
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