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Above Nevada, I Guess
by sam flot
Gaining velocity
In the untrained philosophies
Under contemplation or
Resurrected beliefs and deities
Will find benefit where they are
Without linking superstition to destiny or
Remuneration to ecstasy
and
The kinetic kids approach the process
With inherent but pathetic dignity and
Scheduled turns for changing lanes and games
Into gains and lame prophets
Who predict the past
As if looking behind or above a corner
Closed to wrong angles and
Clanging around a jangling sound
Generating a changelings authenticity
Which supplies no authority
To regulate the indications of sincerity or
The quality of the veracity
With which we travel around town
Circulating among concentric squares and
Blind spots approaching with trepidation
Regarding the surrounding sensations
As replacements regard their former selves’
Internally combusting and
Regenerating like waves
In the yellow, yellow sky
6.14.11
flot
