I want to rhyme real complicatedly, but
that's not how rhymes present themselves, cause see
in ears inside my head they classify
and separate like boxes in an attic
I want to flow just like that Rothko guy
still rhyming, still boxes: I don't spill my things across the floor
with the line length of Howl or the squiggles of Pollock
My boxes need a special kind of logic
like fractal patterns or squares of a door
and coming to an end like maybe me.
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