from Lost Parkour Ps(alms)

It was someone else who wrote you that letter Yes, I wrote it Yes, it was someone else When urgency was an animal and age a number *    *     * He’s a silly sleeper Now slap my face with a narrator How many voices subscribe to the unwritten underpass of light? *    *     * Ps(alm) for Awful Now returned from a place of careful speech to a place of no speech at all She said, push him off a mountain never again something about voice The town has no skirts out A better reply than to tell the truth or to lie something that reveals neither false construction Stop dreaming someone hates you (and how to love other fundamental problems) To write what will never be read for this each notebook was made I am in a primordial place not feeling primordial not arisen I can still trust curiosities pictures of forsaken sky text as trust and texture awnings of inevitable leverage Beneath the land lies a remote glance The book of last dresses the book of oceanic curls the book of blue

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