Kinetic forces unleashed by the subconscious mind
At the sight of her crossing her legs the way she’s
Always crossed her legs perched on the lip of the well
In the back garden the nervy flicker of presentment
A radiant human center for our tremulous future

About ubu507

memory documentation and manipulation
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