the echo is a dance of abandonment #1
regardless of our eyes
resting on the shoulders
of attribution
our fondle
of the public scene
is pleasing only as finality
is pleasing
after the artist
is no longer in motion
allow this poem to go on
forever that panic
is the only way
to seek
& bury the symbolic form
amidst the flesh
of this world
which can only be warmed
before the arrival
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Darren Demaree