this disappointment
is to be spread thickly
over the sailcloth of my expectations
deep within these tubes
lies a germ of posterity
from its beetle glinting crawlspace
spat an imagined this
oh yes
I can picture it all
the abalone egress
of invited gall
instead
a scratched dog
assembly fugs
over stepped frowns
behests this whetted tongue
lay waste my malignant
blithe trance
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