I need space 

to knit together

the hardbacks that marinate

in my brain.

I need to 

unload this satchel of syrupy savory verbs,

Noun tannins swirl the bouquet like merlot,

Cluster of umami clauses.

I need to 

slice sheets of extra sharp perspective.

Craft characters and place them like olives on oak. 

This is a whole charcuterie.

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