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start with a bucket of dusted gravel tip into a cold pan, a wriggling jungle of alphabet gasps. drown. rock the pan of words in arms agitating the line-breaks the twisting plait of water spurts the lightweight sediment over the edge to a scrap pool of dog-tailed idioms the rest charges, a collage of schooled fish the pulse in the rubble sinks like a dictionary to the base. ransack the salt-swamp of dazed stanzas as a malnourished mole catch a lump, grasp between digits it twinkles under caked mud. free it from parasite-adjectives strain from the crocodile water a chiseled torso of words in the rock all along.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
Gold panning
start with a bucket of dusted gravel tip into a cold pan, a wriggling jungle of alphabet gasps. drown. rock the pan of words in arms agitating the line-breaks the twisting plait of water spurts the lightweight sediment over the edge to a scrap pool of dog-tailed idioms the rest charges, a collage of schooled fish the pulse in the rubble sinks like a dictionary to the base. ransack the salt-swamp of dazed stanzas as a malnourished mole catch a lump, grasp between digits it twinkles under caked mud. free it from parasite-adjectives strain from the crocodile water a chiseled torso of words in the rock all along.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
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