Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up

i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up   
see through cloud see through the sun
see through the worlds that circled
each other like gladiators the paths
by which they circled see all
all the way to where the hand wrote watch
the hand write

he never asked my thoughts said
he knew they conspired evil


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