The funny thing
About that word
Is that it comes
Back every time
In a fresh new
Suit of phonemes
The same as ever
But invisible
Simply because
In the moment
We can never see
It for what it is
Because we don’t
Have antibodies
For the new word
Monday, June 4th, 2018
Daily Archive
June 4, 2018
From “Bundled Rods” by Anonymous
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