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I perform great feats.

I Saw The Girl-Child, Standing

A blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt.

Three wetsuit-wearers, dog, and I.

Endless as the fires of night.

I write another poem for to reassure someone (Me?) that nothing will hinder.

Ends; begins. Writ; collected.

Heat radiates from fires; heat bleeds from th’radiator.

Blank, lined page.

I see that neither muse nor pen is spent.

Watching, all the while, th’Egyptian sky, she breaks upward, stands, and steps over and between baskets of fish ‘n grain…

The boiling blackcurrant’s sipped; thrown.

“Avast!” the axe-fall blade, abrupt, demanded death-industrial: it called, it falled, found its fortune to be laid upon the wharfway stone.

The past: t’was present, as the present: t’was pushed passed. The world: t’was floating ‘midst the passing future.

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…

Mock SATs.