Building a Braintrust
in a wallless house. I borrowed conceptual
confinements from the depths of my past. Disappointments
cling, lending their shallows and shadows. Falty
furnishings for future guests. Guess
their solid
arity dissolved with my conscious. Objections
to pre-conceived ideologies have been wavering
through the windows. I recognize
their wanderlust. Breadcrumbing
has no place. Here,
the company line in mute
able parameters. Mark
your moments in chalk.
The outlines are soulless but significant.
Every body [of brilliance] must have a believable point
for provability.
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