delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Not Hardly

Poem By delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

expecting the end to be any more...
or less
comfortable/causing consternation/
absurdly flavored and textured
than,
say,
the beginning/the middle/all that stretches/meanders/dribbles throughout and, being weired, pools,
then rushes
to catch up
with
that can't be caught stuff...

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