you weren't looking and now who's to say what you've found;
crushed under protocol and cracking wheat (give us this day)
the heavy is sweet but too much of not enough;
listless seeps through brooklyn by day, the night shallow,
disappearing in flits through sleep (forgive us our trespasses) less;
your memory shifting weight throws you
(and those who trespass against us)
across the ring, you are dazed and dizzying in the corner,
spinning up from down and spitting blood
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