This monotony thing

When everyone hates monotony, I don't
I like chloroform my pea-size evening hunger
by simple soup scoops
wind is unsudden since noon
like it's telegrammed otherplace
leaves perpendicular against formless skies
I meditate somehow on past weekend reception
array of tectonic lights like stars low-dangles
gorgeousness next unalgebraic god
spoons forks outside their alignments
journey cuisines from plates to tummies
alas! my conciousness failed fall out of dependability
it has gained over years
I left venue abrupt
like secrets goneness from FBI reports
routine like carried genes of forefathers
in family-tree demonstration
is too strong to be replenished

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