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A Discharge in Dirt.

Born dead with blinding light, we escape the mouth of time tugging back. Riding the light and the charge, it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts. Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end, a discharge in dirt. 2010 Barry Comer

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Published: Jul 3, 2010
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