This started out as a poem about me writing poems every day.
It feels like something else at the end.
Non-associative
The whole project is falling apart The whole project is becoming just something you do The whole project is a ghost The whole project is a flailing dolphin in a stream The whole project is a ghost The whole project is a pile of quarters The whole project is a mess The whole project aligns in stacks of yes and no The whole project is a container of sunlight The whole project reminds me of my childhood The whole project is reflecting less light The whole project is just less The whole project is a stack of paper in a warehouse on fire
like a field of clover like a worn out bunker like a jar of fireflies like a skin wrapped over a lamp
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