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bizmuth
here's always driving forward

even when my burning sun desists

even when I weave a quiet corner

and turn a blustery mist into fog

and spin unwondered trysts to golden wrists


so there I almost fit and start

the chemical compound prescription of thought

unbounded rise and, dwelling, would flounder

but a confidence interstructs, a mushroom trust

encrusted in a deeper bizmuth heart

position staked against a wilding chorus

that now i don't allow again a cacophonic quorum


observe our transmedial bisection

and forgo, forget, forewent, forth free

here I am in silence

I remember

our familiar me


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