Dear Dr. Condoleezza Rice, I love you

and thee for there is nothing of paradise lost

no shred touched by many any at all

not one fragment

no segmentation fault

nothing amiss

another

aeon of excellence

another and another

of exceptionalalalala

yes





of what remedy

spun the we b of

love



of eternal



speeding through at mach nine million and not letting go



what of soaring

and what of letting go



spun through

and around the multi



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well words



wrods





please



enter words



lovers

lips

unheard

strums of

drums

silk upon rumi and rum and rhythmic pdb files





yet words



a gin again, rad p53



of words or swords or wrens



pelicans and doves

humming buzzards and then again



another another another another

a love another alive a lover another

what other vice or spice oneness for once

and againa vagabond again

again