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Jun 2022
as a dead bird drops i fall into a silent place
with echoes upon echoes of mind moving itself
and i scream with the effort to speak of it
to retrieve a speck of the chill fire
to recognize and pronounce it a word
or shape of word      or confusion of word
to bear it into a semblance
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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     Mike Adam and Dimitrios Sarris
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