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poetry of jesse wilesShameless Self Promotion
Starboard focus screaming and the lights beneath which castles blossom like extemporaneous thinking kites For you I have ground these kernels For you I have laid about the bed majestical with my purple xylephone soundings For you I will tear beneath the crumpling Beneath the vascillating And the familiar, the too near montage instrument Pacify, calcify, for adonai and what other more noble reason we imply with the bluffing blanks Give me more sanctity and I will calypso Give me more logic and I will bevel This is all that I mean to say That for you the scrunching of brows Is the symbol of joy And I am your pick-up truck And I am your harmony voice And I am the brilliance that spills down your face