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if you wish to know this world,

if you wish to know
this world,
ask me
and i will ‘llow you know
what
this
means to me.

tree, a
trunk
filled,
tightly-tipped,
branched
to breeze amid
flames formed rear
of green,
layered
but to ‘flect
the unseen yellows,
breathe’ings,
all
rolled from
hydro’s friend,
oxy, gen’ un-
derstood
through
happenings,
rose but to be
known by eyes,
All,
this moving
history
let errant,
ferment
to drink in
calamity
as the brilliant blasts
scream
to be seen
as
seen be
these,
branch’d leaves..
yet all
is inter-resting
[inter-resting]

i will not let you down
A forgetful fellow never there was,

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