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Jul 2010
The discs have been
thrown in the air

and arrange themselves
and repeat themselves

bombarding this score
into a dozen or more
equally unsatisfying cremations

A glimpse of a temple
gave several new designs
for which I never intended
to borrow:

and the whipped up dirt
and broken reels of tape

have multiplied
and piled themselves
upon a stake

When awake,
I grab the shards
of horizon -
or try, anyway.
Copyright Josiah Mortimer 2010
Written by
Josiah James
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