And now back to our regularly scheduled program.
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Jennifer Juneau
The Light Of The Mind, Cold And Planetary
Relinquish a vision?
Wanderlust for word, my task Sisyphean?
Wastrel, you said. I flaw and I flaw,
Plummet with the plums.
Fallen fruit from the sage tree of the mind.
Accent, false tense. Dear versicolored friend,
You are mighty in mozzle,
A turncoat in wanion.
Fade and falter, waver and waive
The right to tread hyperopic implosion,
Jam of grass. Fair-weather, seasonable thing.
It was only when I died you were pricked
By my invaluable sting.
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