poetry of jesse wiles

it will all go

and so you arrive at the point the point that is harder to brook than life or new york parking spots

and i am not a vestibule of encouragement if anything i decry loss

for it will all go if it's not already gone it will all go and all that will be left is this mind though not quite a mind really

but a collection of intent at its fullest

and in the land of the living the collection of the non-sick and the non-diseased if any may be so named

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