Free the all and the lost forgotten

Scratched on repeat now spoiled rotten

Forgotten ?

Lost and nevermore to wake

Torn to know no whole

Ranked to spite the role

– flake

Flocks of underroll beneath the crepe’s stay flexing no dessert-fast make.
But be gone now or stay forever

From the engled strife past beyond where winter fried last fallspringsummer cast

Bummer how the comers passed

Going off past Future’s pass

Standing on you watch them go

Daring not to let them know you cannot think which way to go

Or follow.

Tomorrow.

But it is Monday,

And I am at the helm.

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