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the blue
secret between
iris & rain
she spins
the globe the walls
become clouds
translating
the apocrypha
plum blossoms
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pointing out the orographic lift of biblical clouds
nobody but nobody wants me to drive
Sir, this is no place for hyper-realistic examinations
of the isolated mundane
entering the intricacies of an abandoned horse racing form
a component or two away from completing my machine
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not the metaphor
but the crow
of a metaphor
but fame like a God that's framed for a petty crime
the slow syrup of her absence brings back the slug
night itself is the absence of rainsong only sometimes
forever a trick that pulls me out of the water
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evening
refuse
is a happy thing
blotted,
to speak to anyone
a crucifix
of language
about your day
merging into the pine
with fear-meaning movements
the inequalities
we ascend
of growing twilight
a new-fangled idea
my body
iron-grey
is a finite
nails of war
banquet
hammer horror home
cliff edge—
the errors of non causa
fast-falling dark :: a telegram of yearning
to read the heart blue flame
for a century / a turnscrew / of fumbling / dangers
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year’s end
cantatas rippling
the amniotic
surface tension the glister of could
context collapse the zero-sum of sleet slash