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As Ashbery did it
eyesaque

fingering premises to their
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conclusion. A philosopher of paper
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bags, in the same way a flower
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becomes a fruit. Like gravel on acid
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your multivocality stumbles into
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view the longer I stare. And
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whether or not the salt lay there
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does not matter, for he saw
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the singing persimmons long
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before they reached their
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blossom. Indeed, never
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too much will be lost in
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this self-sacrifice for a form
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of truth, or stationary thought,
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yet concrete in it's endeavor to
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always be singing through space
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or time in such a way that progress
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will always be pregnant with
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potential.
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24 Sep 08

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Ashbery did it better.
 — unknown

i think this is nice
 — joshcoops

nice?
 — unknown

As Ashbery did it,
Then, when it didn't
Matter. In the flowing tides or
Reconditioned splatters they
Tried, instantly recognizing
The matter for what it is. Whether
Thought or ideal, enamored
With the budding crocus in the snow.
He was well aware that her
Ego would return. If in another
Mind or afterthought. The truth
Is always current
And always will be, until
Matter stops is ovulation
And recreates it's unraveling.

A philosopher of paper bags
Like gravel on acid, your multivocality
Stumbles into view.
And whether or not the salt lay
There is grammar, fingering
Premises to self-sacrifice for
A form of truth, or stationary thought
Yet concrete in it’s endeavor to
Always be singing through space
Or  walls in such a way that progress will
Always be pregnant with potential.

But I will stand here as long as
It takes, and wade through
Bitter bread or floor boards
And find the paste of lies
Somewhere sooner than
I would have thought before.
 — unknown

I like that version better, unknown.
 — unknown

fingering? obscene!
 — chuckle_s

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