The beauty is in the subtlety. The vague title and the abrupt ending of the poetry exposes a certain deepness.
What They Were Pitching:
I honestly have no idea but honestly, what does it matter? There’s a strange beauty to the words. Even if they make no real sense. Still I find myself feeling pity for the writer’s third toe.
Poetry:
lights fluttered into the east end.
only the third toe of my.
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