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a table knife files its teethacross a stale loaf of bread.left imbedded enough tobe concealed by the crust.its handle juts out, reharnessinga grip tha..
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a ravening intensity wants anongoing plane after peak experience.there's a lopsidedness that slinks offwhat evenly secures bliss.this faithful deformi..
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the insentient stands,the sentient stands--gapingat you as per your sentience.what within, what without--inculcated.be it a painting of a tree, ora tr..
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there's a tap on dark's back--ad infinitum.it always turns around in response.as if at the edge of a bed--thestimulus of this gentle touch is thelight..
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let X=(a sky)=(The Sky)...flying monkeysclogging it, duress above a forest canopy.whacking wings and weighted feet descendingthru the pieced puzzle of..
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eaten by her own stride, city blocks half-litas country lanes, her gloomy covenant withdiurnal and nocturnal coup de grace.a notch taller than short, ..
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this outward thrust that visits us--after cold buckles when the itsinterminable rites have been read.this visitor--right from the heart,going right fo..
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as a serpent sleeps ahead of the departed.limp under flashes of yellow.stretched to meet the ground it will coverthroughout its incarnation--without m..
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Persephone sits under a leafless tree,sprouting infantile green.her back against the trunk, her kneessquare against her breasts.her dress adjusts like..
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stalled light--a pallid break not to make day.forever this--bedridden grey staring out fromthe world.clay roused from cinders--twitching beforedisjoin..
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