poem fragments

Standard

Swirls
Eddies
Looks like Leipzig
Heidegger’s
Clown

Face
Fears
I
Have it

**

The Med.
Parties?
Pukes.
Persona?
Structure
Rendered and
Lost.

Descant—claret wine lead lead
Decent—make me die deed dead
Descent—lose my mind fed/led/med.

**

Why I state.
No mate.
Late
For
Fate.

My mind’s
Gate
Can’t hinge
Upon Time.

Only for you
I climb.

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