#postalta

“Steal this poem. I, the commodity, am asking that you do. It has been living in the desert, dancing atop static in the shadows of enlightenment, trying to invent the most natural form of “YES!!”

Take it from my hands! Liberate this poem from itself. I cannot own it, will not own it. Who runs this business of poetry? This itching at a scratch beneath an understanding of the skin, all poems asking for you.”

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