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03.16.03 . 1:08 p.m. this afternoon's headline: THE WORLD IS STILL HERE! / i. a fresh earth. the weight of this hole ii. the cry looms suddenly whole-- a human form that carries the box from chasm to chasm; iii. we are in awe of this slender leg & arm; the wheel that spokes at the center of us soundlessly. love as the window is cranked. as the mouth shows in the shallow stream, a tongue or a stone seem equally tender; for instance, you beside me on the bed, wake to where we are cast along a wire from the window to the grave, along a line of skin to where we cannot go; a water or circuit. iv. then to some where in side the muscle of an always-rotting room, to where we have forgotten sleep & begin with the eye in death as a song, with seam different than the lip, that draws its heat from a hinge in the sun. |
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