A NERVOUS SYSTEM
SCROLL DOWN
EVERYTHING ENDS HERE AND THEN BEGINS
electric they built harsh-futures
We will call/name this INNERSPACE LITERATURE
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or perhaps we should label this SCROLL POETRY
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TUMBLE/ME
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and the openings they opened and the closings they closed and the windows they glassed and the doors they held hostage your children of the grasslands
I am an empty space
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for the northerners reasons are mobility
and humans are their own shortages
I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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for the northerners reasons are mobility
and humans are their own shortages
I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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for the northerners reasons are mobility
and humans are their own shortages
I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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I am an empty space
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for the northerners reasons are mobility
and humans are their own shortages
I am an empty space
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warmest unsightly pygmy story thinking for printing
these lines remain independent of the story
that printed story of the influencing lives
this story is not American or prize-winning about guns
it’s a pretty joint repeatedly steamed
because I was bringing together curiously lose moments
these cavities are married to the story
behind infancy is the question of introductions sorely unusual
This comes this Nervous System around us, around us.