Hundred acre, which is similar to forest
something about not being able to bear it, now we are six/one
(five/eleven if I’m being honest)
But if there’s no blood there’s not a fight – Saussure would agree (surely).
Which is ironic given that I’m half blind in light (of semiotics)
(if only I work that’s semi-optics)
You like to go to dinner(?)
I choose/(figure it out) thoughtfully
But in digestion, found it hard to stomach (awfully)
Is this anything? (saussurely something not nothing)
A plea both in moments and the writing process
Horse with wheels (trojan)
That’s a toy in thought/memory
And I keep my early 20s (raven/you get it) similarly inside of me
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