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Unfathomable Miscellany
Evelyn Dawn
Elements of Strategy
Crumbs under my nails collected from
digging in your couch. Another prose
rolls through my head, another prose
narrates my world. I describe you in my
head and of course you have all the
bells and whistles. All the flim flams
and other skat like descriptions. You're
satisfied. Love and other things in its
likeness I say, and I say. (I said).
Suddenly that's a lot. My feeble attempts
to impress myself, and other things in
my likeness. Yes. And you say, nothing. Of
course I am not surprised. How is it I
can jump from eight views to eighteen
you may ask. (I ask). Well, someone must
suddenly be interested in what I have to
say, or not say. I'll just talk about
gribble grabble. Zibble dows. Do wops.
Guess it was what I didn't have to say
after all.