Thomas Lowe Taylor -- CLAIMANT

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yrs at hat what'd said hello
at said hello what's hat at head

what's to the normal spin
nor nomenclature o'cluded
,like, spent

the season's edge
or claimant or continent
whatever

the same air spins
whatever scale wrought
's the same air spending

the night overhead

too much limp shit out there
too much empty vers-duh

i speal yr wooden light
the open heart sealing
nor spent occluded

to claimant sped
nor nomenclature spread

ay, the eyes's forming art
what's plenty to the head
nor spinter in yr mists

nor rheumy in her dread

this'll tell the hour out
and hold you down again
as what's not signing in
nor spending ourside's win

thus latent in repose
nor hoser in repute;
this'll fungo's yak
and spinter in her's sin

fose. the lucid punt
the agonic fuck
in hinter's pin
"il rapunto" to the max
sped spun spunto

heald heald'd win
nor hix, or spunter
this'll due, er, do
to you, too, to you

2.27.97