Poem In Which In Poem

will still not (still will)
find tilt. Hit until find
a muttering ghost muttering a
knot instilling in not
few sparse lines. Sparse few
(and comb seat combs sand)
address this: colour. Is dress a
distressed life / this stressed
life? Distilled words stilled this life.

Stevie Ronnie 

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