Sotto voce

“Not so, my Lord, I am too much in the sun.”

— “Hamlet,” Act I, Scene II

“Everybody wants to go to Japan. Everybody just hold hands.”

— Cocorosie “Sleepers, awake!”

— Kenneth Patchen

the one beside the one within the one who speaks easy going the way with all the where with all the all in all and then the rest, from

pastiche applique roman a clef inversion under thunderous once again a tiny pattering smattering a little something every manicuring from manifold to nano microphthalmia (oh say can you see oh see can you say) you can’t have it your weigh this is softer than that and smaller: none of the above elementary watt sun defragging fragile garbing garble no keeping finders no horsey blinders gone to flowers every one of these gone: knots a little more than kin and less than kind like pearl milk tea

after the rain soft slide down the downy only question:

why the wait so long to come to what has always been best and sweet and golden pure only answer: from the ruby from the slippers slippery always been the here there this that habitat rat a tatting drum thrum like lions walking in their sleep — or is the sleeping ours? — there are no solid cagey cubes, only holograms inviting hands passing through view finders ¦

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