aSTONished descends from
grazing the sky
on the pole of capital T
truth
twangs your spine-chord,
rattles your third glass eye.
bewildered sneaks
inside thigh
(where only washrags deign to go)
beWiTched press
pause
press
a finger
press, pause
press a finger on the
Dot
between w and t
~
aye
~
aaaayyyyeeee
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