answer my naysayers with your
variegated vantages, shawls like old mothers humped and shuffling
down my drain
no body but no true
answer/prayer
..all it is
fashioned after applause
and the main squeeze stops
to breathe mean air
four feet tall - remember
cheers, drums, alchemy and alcohol
mixed like hayfields/
now voicewater downs its own elemental
warmth, can't discern its power to earn
accolades, marmalad, dirt
under the nails
from hard work.
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