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Alternative Switchbacks

Eye once rote a poem, and rote
� � � � � � �it
quite a long time. Many years,
� � � � � � multi
1000 times (or more or more or maybe manymany
� � � � � � more.)
~ Quantifying any such suchness is a true waste of breath and life-
� � � � � � force/spirit
� � � � � �(or whatever).
yet aye'm bellering away at heaven's portal, not yet
� � � � � � � � �dead,
but incredulous that it keeps going on like this.
� � � � � � � � �Every
day I read the Great Poet's work(s) most engagedly.
� � � � � � � � �Every
day �I write my rite my peace.
� � � � � � � � �Every
day is just Every day here in LittleVillage, Earth. � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � �Every
day is the same Folly-of-Artistry as the day before.
� � � � � � � � �Every
day is just EveryDay. Must leave it be every bloody, earthly
� � � � � � � � �day.

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