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In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction, I found, looking down or up on, it to be absent and my strength unwholly offered. --a..

You broke it! You broke it! You broke it! An enjambment. You broke it! You broke it! You broke it!

A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!”

--magnified: the smallesse of morning; darkness tears off-mooring, and hair breaks on shore of sheet— I stir to wake to “What is..

Took in the mirror’d static --O! to dash against water grasping edge’ s frail-content: a face so sad, enjoyed, and gone in movement..

The passage of air, through which --in quietude— I move as a Peck (sendowed with size): --among specks, true actors of flux, their wi..

Human hands: moving ever about…the source of their creation. Withing the holds of batterhands --where earthen dust doth catch are over..

The study of words and insects, so closely sounding the bells one after the other, brings into conflict throngs of well-wishers --meaning one but s..

There are no typos.

(Folds over a city) whilst below rock I’n senseless under, compelled to remark. Folds over a city --dress on a wounded heel—