Spell

Ampersand to start the poem, keep you going, there’s a Next Anne Cunningham Now intubated in white bed mountain range — Event brought you here and event will blow you onward. this is the refrain from Anne harm refrain from all harm events blowing forward gentle your train refrain from all damn harm Camp out in the mountains Under fluorescent hiss and beep. Nina (pet) put to sleep, ancient incontinent; Now you mourn blood Into your gastric tract. Noble body, gather your Guts, seal the passage: Have to die sometime but curving intricate Amerspand-tract says you’ll Meet us for breakfast. this is the refrain from Anne harm refrain from all harm events blowing forward gentle your train refrain from all damn harm