I might confess I
leaned too much
upon anticipation
forthwith with the
simple and
quotidian revelation
I need not anticipate
So much because
it's all right now
Again I see
the only way that's free
my hand my sweating brow
and every eye is
turned inside
anticipating the next move
I dropped a needle there
but the beat that appeared
sprang from a wholly other groove
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