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"Cold Sweat"
And sometimes while browsing for bronzy-balled beatitudes
I raised the parents of me
It was rearing randy wailers
But Ohhh, sometimes I wish I were an Image
Sitting in a form
By my stream of consciousness
I could choose to observe it or not to observe it
Could choose not to observe the observing of it
Could not choose to not observe the observing of
It not choosing
not losing
not trudging
not judging
not growing
not showing
not knowing
not dying
not trying
not believing
not perceiving
not seeing
not being
not calling
not falling
not rising
not sizing it up |
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