the temporal self
work ennui day
minute by above
a book about nub
when meal comes wry
my tongue’s song is why
time builds thy skin
and melancholy knows acumen
vouchsafe a secret
yield in me
only leave by temerity
nothing has more space of gall
than herculean caterwaul
could you villain know
as peasants consume
like vehemence from subterfuge

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