Poem by Keston Sutherland

As life were or were not
put by distemper inter
mixed beyond claim or
my correct order, move to
remantle gently; be where
always and the turn from
always lately gives in
tact benefit. Still be
lied by deed the slight
purview beside
you says you
fit throughout, where
finally who knows, is us loved.

From: http://jacketmagazine.com/03/suth.html

Date: 1997

By: Keston Sutherland (1976- )

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