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an old man bent forward,just above his cane--ambledalong a park trail.paused to speak to a little boyin a carriage, the enmeshmentof every songbird on..
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the moon's fail-stop of reinventionleaves her an amnesiac.chipping away at her goldenly drawnrim of remembrance, as if a Chinaplate.holding a full ser..
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duality in the finest print,inky coils micronically bled.lip-smacking two-pagersamong hundreds...of lies.it is all well as long as there'sa cover to b..
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die of those deaths,hunt them down--scar their spheres.sap their thrills,crossbone theirstarvation with alack of fear.canvas their haunts,while they t..
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there's a storm--let it be
inner, that will take & take
& take.
with no end.
set to visit certain parts.
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no-body & sound,
at different levels--
from no-body & sound.
convergent between,
no-body & sound.
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the bride of Frankenstein
is sown together
by a poem.
every stitch a letter.
read when death takes
a step toward death.
with the ..
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a valley distributes
its content--a sloshing
shadow ready to
bathe feet.
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twittering mice that fill
their stomachs with
molding.
a hole unto a hole.
lentil-eyes, skull-fucked.
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there's something highly
endearing about a bluish
latex glove, under stark
lights.
about to perform surgery.
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