Talking with flawless Abe

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Four walls and a register ....


That never fails to show me...


it's inner most parts


Flawless


Tis truly a wondrous form of captivation


Mechanical contemplation...


I cannot remember all of their names -  but ..


A few were Abraham, Benjamin, and George


They never can change because within themselves they have it all


I counter...


I'm Flawless because I've never lost it all


While names in history are a dictatorial diction of imperishable moments


That sprawl through life's tapestry


My moments are INCATCHABLELY ...


Filled with creation


Mythically composed and forever  fashionable  


I enjoy mythical words and orchestrating  them  to twirl against the world


These are the toys of my flawless emancipation proclamation


I make poems about the DIGRESSION of others


I lay out in the fields of humid Alabama meditating away past aggressions


I am Flawless


Because ..


While I am confined by four walls


Talking with figments of Abe from 9 to 5


My inner most life is filled


To the brim


and leaking


Divine


 


 


 


 


 


 

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