elliot r. wolfson

on one foot dancing

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time in field

for measure
there is
no treasure
buried beneath
exposure hid
in time field
she has no time
beyond destiny
to be & not be
to eat & shit
in euphoric fit
flung like spit
from pig mouth
into basket puke
love choke
on words broke
before he spoke
we surrender
what we forget
not to remember

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