(from the moon series)
I thought I saw the arrivals were
Des Moines, IA and Peoria, Il.
Which woulld be strange considering
the title 'Llegadas'. But that's just
the nature of the beast, the fixture
of the heavens, the mixture of (of)
meta ingredients, the bellow of the giant
whale of time sick of its job.
I thought I saw the arrivals but I saw
departures and we all know where they go
and we all go there, someday, without warning,
with plenty of billboard announcements
in who knows how many languages,
without notice, with observation and slow wit.
I thought, who thought, who thinks, I
think, why think. It's just a waste
of soul. It's just a rabid creature. It's just,
what's just, no just, you're just, those scales
of the fish, of the bathroom floors.
Here we go again, here we find ourselves
forming and spewing, forming and spewing.
Just forget about it. Forget about what?
It doesn't matter. What doesn't matter? Anymore.
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