Her brain can look
Far enough ahead
To answer the question
In a way that won’t
Bite her in the ass later
Should we then faint for the drugs?
What brings the stars wakes the sky
Whatever it takes!
We haven’t any headphones that
Could possibly capture the sound
Of the future clamoring back answers
Somehow she knew how to hear them
Might be the experience of
Disappointed results
Still hanging from the
Meninges
Prevention of duels
Gracefully worded
What was not said
Was safe in her shed
Of matter
Her brain could look
Far enough ahead
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Poétique 