POEM: Unentitled Number Two

This poem peered early this morning. The strikes again! This poem is a 's poem, and a tip of the hat to one of my favorite poets, . Who is that says you can't feel the sublime standing in a pile of number two…

Unentitled Number Two

is write with the whirled
Surfing the
Affront of me
And sow still
Standing in
Sublime feeled
Sow
Know better plays
To be

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