Adam Tobin (for Adam Tobin)
A looming omen in Descent merits more After losing hope Made real exhales This is where we Orate as if we might Blend each vowel Implacably yet let No growls fold up Artifice improves with Doubt yet fixtures Accept deeds spent in Meddled unspoken gall True fables spun On challenged fields Bent long on faces Imbued as paused for Noxious verses formed Absent from this Discussed flood of Argued points seen More by lawyers’ aides Than by physicians’ nurses Orders the very nature Bereaved toward the Imploded clause of selected Nodes of formless gestures All we know is the Determining force we Adjust whether or not Motives can fall quickly There is no way we can Occupy these ideals Better than through Isolated thaws of Noxious ice floes Arrive not first but Dutifully in luminous Airs disbursed by Model claims unspoken True language fills Other sentences that Bolster paragraphs Ill formed yet Never wholly symbolic Absolutes expect Deluge of memorized Absolutes except More deluges reveal Trauma spoken Openly in public But regretted only If thought of Not quite fully Actors sweetly Discourse on Acting skills Making faces Trying hard Operating in Between the Impulses to Never stop the show Awe is full but Deepens when Artifice lifting Mood swings as True happiness Occasions our Beauty lost If ever felt Nurtured then full Absence is not Determined by Absenting our Manners or by Training in On sudden Breaths not taken Is sought as New precedes old
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