August Poem 3: The Boundaries of Life

The army of eclectic floodlights on

While Melanie waits to receive the show

Breathing unworthy of the rewards. Of

Clear-cut rainforest. Of The agenda.

Of rules of living words in revision.

Let’s face it to the room full of people.

Conversation. Its lower typical.

Holding discussion to fight criminals.

Eggs on clay. The frost line. To look good, they

Rue the day. Time to transcribe the story

The senses are heightened in shortsighted

Swing. Sight is the only religion. Shoot

The deep. The audience with a lunar gong.

The boundaries of life are blurred. Licensed. Spent.

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