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Naught A Drug To Be Found, Not A Word Ever Heard

th'geese is outside ghonkerin they's gawdle
� � � � while the I-me-mine of
goodgreat � � hu'man � � "lust for life"
� � � � � � � � works it's
own eXtinction machination[s] � for
thee benefit
� � � � � � � � �of "All" (one self-enclosed self
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �at-a-time, you simpering
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �little whimlettes ! ) � �.....

so �, � and what �of it ? � � � �whatever �might the alleged "I"
� � � � � � may have likely done
� � � � � � � � � �to put at ease wit it 'all'
� � � � � �will
have to be retro'fitted � �to � � this � � �"heart device"
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �which teases my
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �precious little me wit
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �th'oughts �of �love
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �still �'waiting' for me like
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � all the other idiot-metaphors
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � in a life of
� � � � � � � � �obscene possibilities
� � � � �all gone to waste
in some unpredisposed
� � � � � replica of having
� � � � � � � � done something 'right',
� � � � � � � � � � �like doing 'the right thing'
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � and the Other just disappeared,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �stage left with pocketsful of rememberries
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �of shit that never happened in the first place,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �the last place, the right place, left place, wrong
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �p l a c e,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � of any given time 'framed'
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �as more color-saturated
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �HD pretty pictures
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �that kinda hurt
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �me twinkly eyes
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �to look at..

and now distraction/diversion
have left my possession & them
notions of an other speck of
romanterotic �love �seem just
as silly, futile, fatuous, & follied
any all Achievements & Fullfilments
� � � � � at end[ing] � t i m e [s].......

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