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fires for the pantheonyou sing on and on (and on) in the foreground as / the meter aches and constricts; with its power, beauty, antipathy / searing distances between us, hearing the becomings of null somethings

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Mar 19, 2016

rueful runethe writers block entrances to stone vestibules / life congeals and appeals to those despicable few / creaky mattress, true, but we flew by burnt capitals

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Mar 19, 2016

sealed with a cloacal kissJailed with all the other squawking birds / confined, it never flew and barely grew / & never knew the mimicry of words

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Mar 19, 2016

stilt standing on a metaphorIf I could stand on a metaphor / trust me, I surely would / I would forage in the sand

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Mar 19, 2016

the direst, driest dissolutionplot out distances between freckles / and count the amount of hairs; / in a beauteous analysis

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Mar 19, 2016

untitledits voice was muffled, though we understood from its tone / a blood red color in the horizon, a droning hue of white noise / a perpetual blackout, comforting us with the uninterrupted feed

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Mar 19, 2016

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