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Nov 2011
so you die.
in medias res (every story starts
in the middle) when
you awake from unsettling
dreams to find yourself transformed in your bed into
this cityβ€”
subway tunnels bursting with the hello(hello((hello(((hello))) of small children
and ***** words spraypainted by *****
minds onto *****
boxcars sitting like greyhounds
retired from racing and
awaiting the
slaughterβ€”it will all
be beautiful later.

and when blinding light races
toward you
(every story ends
in the middle)
Vidya
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Vidya
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   Joel M Frye
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