E l i j a h J a c k s o n —

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Nevertheless

This is what’s

Called an "opportunity

Cost” even

When distanced from

Its own intent as

An animal steeling

Itself on the forest

Path

Lit up

Like a lakefront

Property advisor

Having seen the

Affairs expert

Advising of the

Dirge incoming

And the fractured arrangement

Displayed in four

Colors used

To calibrate the

Merchandise

Brought up or

Reared

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Sources agree

He did not intend

It to end on the Adagio

Even when brought

Quicker through the

Course

Like refined grain

With a bitterant added

For my own taste of efficiency

My rear wheel

And expectation

Coupled with the recourse

Of a country rector’s wishes

Known as

Rigor

Or maybe as riposte

Lapped from birch

The first days of summer

And brewed in a cottage

When a kingdom awaits

Even distanced from intent

And the lands hence

Purchased with it

No matter its burn-worth

Now

Give it to me straight

Doc

Which parcel forms part of it

Is it 7 or

9

Is it hard to come by

Is it shone

Stately as evidence

Of its own placement brought

Endless to the reaches

Of the zones around the border

Hence known

More by their proximity to

It

Than by their own

Place

Or is it bright to you

Or charged double

With a four-week’s date

Of delivery measured from the service

Date marked

Firmly in the corner

My kingdom for a

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It’s morning

And I’m impressed

With progress

And debt

Which means the threshold’s grown

Like the leisure

Center the

World does

Grow it

Shows

In terms of pure metrics

So it’s complete

Or at least I was told so

Last night in the horse

Stalls

Twenty on red, please

I’m trying to impress you so

Watch carefully

As I’m trained

In such acts

As these

Like a fall guy

Bridged between two faultless

Markers spread

In a way that shows an easy pairing

Of otherwise separate actors

Out towards a point which signals

A moment of synthesis between

Them

Which means I’m winning big

Tonight

And so are you

If it suits you

Like you’ve just been plucked

Straight from the start

Of a novel

Now how about we go back

East

It’s refreshing

But my back is killing, I’m older

Now

Even though the heat precludes it

Or acts as means

To predict even minor

Shifts

In the tenor of argument

No matter how quick

It used to follow

The command phrase

To start

Up

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Startled on the day

I left for

Here

So easy

To see when

One looks at just

The right point on the

Right side under angle

Of the light source bent

Not away but towards

The object questioned

As to its size relative

To another just beneath

It

Tell me

How much did you wager

To get you here

Me, much

Or the substrate through

Which it propagates

This grand ring

Around

Foremost, the substance

Dictates it

By this I mean

It’s almost noon

For both of us at once

This one last time

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When even the corners shone

Bright like scandal

And not quite annulled

So it all stands true

As long as the precedent holds

I’m getting so impressed

By death

And everything containing

Exactly what its volume

States it will

Just like

A product acts to

Proctor its own

Need

Like the squirrels won

In time’s own name

Anyway

This case

Will be used

As a pattern

For all those

Later affected

So let’s hope it ends well

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Look in my eyes

So sudden

Now when before it

Seemed to sprawl past

Record and the methods

For keeping it

Tidy when the rest

Is moving

At variant

Speed even in

Itself under

Shift, undergoes

A pattern

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Where I saw it

Framed in green

And painted like a mural

Even still

It’s mostly just a list

Now back to strategy

Legend says

That’s Benny

That we’re coordinated

Inscribed by units rather

Than the distance

Implicit to their

Use

But he’s a bully

So don’t mind the context

Or even abide by

The forms which enwrap it

In one calm swoop

Out from these

Competitors

Six weeks later

I’m looking for a tool

To get this all complete

But sadly, we’re closing

My question stands

Still how

To mirror

Or rather reproduce

But now we’d

Drank half of

All of it

Already this

Picture of a rat

Smoking happily like

It’s raining

On bright days happening

In season said

In confidence:

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In rhyming pairs

Eyes wide

It’s a pun on

“Is”

Hello

I’m here to meet you

And pay in

The original

Tongue it’s

Considered very

Funny this

Motion through

The course

Like I can hardly believe it

The way it’s come

Out to be in

One coordinated

Pair

Not even distance

Can inscribe the true

Meaning of

Numbers set in

Patterns

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It’s said

That no form lying

In wait stands resistant

To those forms which

Curry favor from

It

When one of

Two contingent outcomes

Wrenches out one

Form from hiding

From the other

One

I’m losing all sense

Of how to come from

One outcome to its

Next

Next up

Is the slugger

So

It’ll be won

Even if

One must change

The terms of its

Winning

My love

It’s decided

We will meet by sundown

In the north corner of the park

Behind the backstop

O the light

Or days the

Corners

The line

The longing this

Tenor grows

Responsive to all that

Gears forth its

Meaning running

Steep and

Away from you

From all that defines

Our living our

Domains

Now

What music best fits

The duck

Asked like its own sense

Or words here

Scrounged out like

Paltry

To commemorate every

Damn day

As even today one

Agrees on instinct

Here

As the hard facts are I

Couldn’t ever be so

Open so direct but

The proverb

Ends so coolly said

The rector

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In a word

I’m astonished

It’s easy

Like standing

In the sun just

Drinking early

In the end

They got their revenge

Or it was written as

Such

In the trade paper though

Most of the writing

Was just a list of names with

Dates coupled to

Them in a pattern

So

What would you think

If I were to flash

Cards here to

Reveal the whole

Thing

I’ve been thinking

On this incredible dearth

In perfect matching

Pairs

But I saw it

Not quite enough

To make it

Out or

Even make it any

More

Tricky

Like distance

Like me

Just searching

Here along the garden

Grove

For a proper look

While dying for

Anything else to make

Itself known

Here but

I’ve always

Thought this image

Is similar

To the others

It’s a question then

Of one look turning

Back from glance to

Recognition

Through a tropic

Though a tropic

Only forms its

Need to parcel once its

Lands are walked

Upon

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