It Was Solomon​

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You are not always let to destroy the school play,

though it may be of some resort and its body be the longing

shapes splattered across the nervous inside

of what — the gestures are not less deep

 

as a text. Every show is our time.

We have a landline to the thing that I was telling

not to come. Who is alarm / is this

air? Between points like an effect?

 

Like a critic of the distinction

it was Solomon who extends his vast skin that I might know a little night

but not the location. Close that bed in the eye

watching you for informations. This foyer

 

leads to the room where would be

the higher terrors of the semantical order.

I speaks the fiction of playland.

The scorch is strong and interesting in its own right.