Song of Myself #9 Out The Gate

At leisure no time
for perfection
This horse has one race (won) Pace
yourself. Shoot a zillion stars
ahead inside layers deep drifts riffs rip off another
get underneath each letter examine
each in between mark
My Word infinite
symbols to decode sound
made visible made physical
made love

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