in the sky
making the drip go drop
by drop
to the side
to the side
to the lives at the edge of the smile
the wolf tooth
keeps rollin along,
sized by slew eyes
in the radial lines,
the polar vector phase diaphrams,
We Are Blind
A Circle Is Rind
somewhere ri-ght here.
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