Heatherlily1

Heatherlily1

A Poem by Degare
"

Man I felt lynchy

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Ca
Rp
E
 
Diemonstros veriva, solo
 
This is an excerpt
Of modesty
Of modesty 
Of a modest
25 page
Carpe diem
Of a 25 page
Carpe
25 page
 
But you will see it excerptless, this is not a reading, for this is less, less-than any diuretic
 
25 page reading of evolution 
There are no priceless smiles at the sunshine hemming way archer
 
OBSESSION
 

You will see to it that, the stealth of mirrors won't suffice, love indeed does set goldwatch, polly
Has a wavering
Dense
Dense
Limerick river
Ripper
Ripple
Edge of every
Every
Mouth
 
We see the freudians dance, their shadows are ankle mighty, nervous and jitter, their pace is not loam in pacing, why indeed, it's spacing, finite iris roses pull, fluid and tender dark, dark like reigning silk, transparent gash gash, three couples, you notice you notice there might be something, no there is no pull, it never was a shadow, nothing is beaming 
Nothing is beam
Their pace is lurked at heart
They move
And move 
Perhaps for someone else
  
 
The grail tips, like zooplankton omen, a wind dale churning, the shun of wind, winter, wintering
Noise belches
Like white shimmering
Sheets
Doyle curtains, that snark
at Aging
Daylight
.
.
.
Its not daylight you say,
Systemic sanitine
That washes
Base, coiling
Wrinkling like
Fine
Satiate
 
 
There
Is
No age in deluxe
We see a woman, her eyes are of same light
Simplified psilocybin
Waves bend-static
Yet we know, their tidal nature
There are heavens at shake
Venneth
Venneth
Gore
 
 
This
Very
Moment
 
 
 
You-will-find-taint,-find-unease,--the-rot-of------is-in-thee,-nay-last-up,-cope-the
Radical
Sound-cue,
 
 
Then you are to remember
There is to be heaven in you
Fine
Joyce-raking
HEATHER

© 2025 Degare


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