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what do you mean i don’t come on anyone’s authority?
you Sir catechize in impossibilities!
a list of people who know me,
systematically,
who would speak efficaciously
re: me?
preposterousity!
while alternately, you could accept me at the length of my extended goatee.

∼ lengthy exhale ∼
but if we must to win your trust,
then let us descend into the chancery,
unpedantically –

mind the leads,

to my most-sacred hassock –
just let me blow off the lime,
the rust of time, like dust –
here’s my tax estimations from 2008,

and under even those –
beneath the sub-dividers
at the bottom of the pile –
where their remains were laid to rest:
the numbers of those who would say things
that are no longer true –
readjourned.
i told you they were still here.
i’m not as selfish as i believe to see through.

those i left in spitefulness and pride,
who found their ways to get by without me
while i am still finding mine.
another decennium cycle casting umbras on the moon.

you know what? forget it!
i don’t have any references for you.

//jf 5.26.2021

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