The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 26 / Phillip Neal Tippin
A semblance of life
In shambles.
The plausibility structure
Of climate control
Matters much more
Than I could hope to hide.
What a dying breed we are
Without the Seed.
The current presentiment
Premised on certainty.
Then I will not choke
With my heart in my throat.
The cuttings of life
Coupons or whatever is left over
After snowflakes
After Jack Ridl
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