Vocality(?)

Awash with the weather, the flow of time begins to rot on me

And on me I rock and stone and loathe

The stones loathe

The loathesome stones

No wonder worry will work its way toward

Untoward, I am smitten, belittled, and glamorous

No offense, just justice

No time, just vocality

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