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There is no is

poetry is a lost language

dead like magnetic philosophers

at the end of ballpoint pens

and the puzzle has no outline

and the puzzle has no image

but it is coiled like a snake

in a Tesla machine

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andres-hernandez

American

Published: Oct 14, 2011
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