Why I must leave yous

Why I must leave yous, as you

beg my collaboration

(not in latterday senses of

cooperative splen[d-

our] but rather, far more

ap[p]-

tly, as 2nd warring snitch),

is because every time

yous say or do 

a thing or this or t-

hat out there as 

doffingly as you might care,

and this thing and t-

hat is just so violent and is 

just so cruel and is

just so a-

b-

sent of any generosity,

I cannot help but 

see its reality: tremendously 

badly

awfully

wrongly

laid out like trenches of

immovable discourse.

And I am simply not made to

specialise in 

specialisms: for my

specialism itself is to

unspecialise 

this 

his-, and

her- and

our- and

their-

story 

shared: these 

stories of yous and me

and the-

m which nar-

rate 

all our ways of

doing and 

seeing and 

saying and 

even [h]erting …

… yes, [h]erting 

is what I do

quite 

a lot.

And that is my place: and 

that is 

why yous 

were 

most

bad: 

bad not as in evil, at

least not for 

now: 

bad mainly as in fail:

the wastage of railing and

racking our lives until 

unavoidable end is

nigh, and

in

site.

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