SUBJECT>Re: Concentric POSTER>Jacob EMAIL>jacobj@bopto.com DATE>1109120312 IP_ADDRESS>71-35-99-51.tukw.qwest.net PASSWORD>aaxcszlYtxq9o PREVIOUS>83743 NEXT> 83782 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

stanza 1:

sun->laughing->mirth->gone->sullen.

Listen here.

stanza 2:

sky -- brushes -- kittens -- orange -- door door -- terra

gone. here -> here -> not here nor there.

stanza 3:

if then, then it.

void(sunlight)

laughter=-inner ear }}}}}}}} ear {{{{{{{

or something.

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I’m thinking about how
through this is like a
and how all the who the
within the are probably.
So you say. Well listen here,
the is never just. your.
Tell your the only for
is. There’s the. the.
By I no here. Here
from the. nor.
But if it’s, then it is.
A place of.
Where the only is and
the. Where the is
or something

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I’m thinking about how the sun crashing
through this dirty window is like a laugh track
and how all the people who supplied the mirth
within the track are probably gone.
So sullen you say. Well listen here Betsy,

the sky is never just blue. Clean your brushes.
Tell your kittens the only rhyme for orange
is door hinge. There’s the door. Stomp the terra.
By gone I mean no longer here. Here
from the Middle English. Neither here nor there.

But if it’s there, then trust it is thereafter.
A place void of dirty sunlight.
Where the only laughter is green and rings
the inner ear. Where the ear is strewn ash
or something less specific.

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