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The Inside: version3

even if no one’s there

the essential rolls eager with innards and infancy

draws its own lines of life

anecdotes not quite cannibal

even in the absence of pronouns

the essential absorbs the heat

of the frescoes of frenzy and confession

The Inside

without lux(ury) language strains unbearable

so I move quick

if we slow down if we erase I insist

I’ve just got to juggle

elsewhere slowly soaking softens me

come on narration I await

your indiscreet questions your ideas of having a blast it’s so simple, and pain we can recount to substitute the carnivores