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Mar 2019
Under my skin
         solar flares lie
                         dormant
                                  tickling
                                 and
                       itching
                trying
                      to
                 OUTGAS
        TO THE DARK SIDE    
    OF EONS - THE MOONS
OF SATURN WHICH BREAK
     LIKE BILLIARD *****
        ON THEIR WAY TO
                NEBULAE
            have
     become
the pupils
of my
      eyes...
            my vision
                    blinded
                 by the

        sun.


Cathy Jarvis
3/21/2019
This is "concrete poetry". I hope it works with Elliott York's format.
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