Non-Erotic PoetryafterI made it downstairs
everything was spinning
same as upstairs
the glo without W
everywhere
it seemed every gear in life
was jammed
and all fluid containing water
was frosting over
and that missing W
sleeping gently in some bunker
with the usual stupid smile
ignorant to my bliss
and of what was a planet
beautiful and blue
a coveted hovering
ball in deep cold space
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