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original sense

I've loved you like a conqueror now I want to learn to love you like smoke wafting up into a room full of fog like a log in a fire, surface by slow flaking surface into a new and energetic form I want to learn to do the work of

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buckwheat

the stack is in the batter - go in with broad bread hook holding on the left, giving on the right carbon form of flagrant rite - clamoring, harboring freight train harmonies - monotone, polychrome - late clattering of argument cups, starch, and cloth go once, come go back and

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pumpkin seeds

i woke up lifetimes ago at dawn to write this but it took me until now to sit my body down at the clavier to strike chords and post boards above the glare of the canal's edge you were a whisper of grass you were a hollering wind in a

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My Heart Remembers

प्रातः स्मरामि हृदि संस्फुरदात्मतत्त्वं सच्चित्सुखं परमहंसगतिं तुरीयम् । यत्स्वप्नजागरसुषुप्तिमवैति नित्यं तद्ब्रह्म निष्कलमहं न च भूतसङ्

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fiberglass

sometimes the spirit moves through you, and sometimes it don't sometimes papa is home, and sometimes he's out to lunch. who will survive? none who with thrive? this one. I do apologize for every note of every song that's sung amok atop the the calling pyramid homes. these mushy fingers,

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Title first

call me colophone one more memory of me for the hole one more kiss on the face of the deep one more telling of our story A bed of leaves, a peeling bark. The towers where we climb. Climbed and climbing into fragments, solid-souled rampage feet - the hardly there

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beak and all

I brush my keen father feather against the flesh of the night, the air inside your vowel sound gives way to the blaying and bleating of this goat beard. breathless, suddenless, thunderous one-ness of this compositionality, positional martyrdom, sacrificial bartering at the market stalls of our unison. beautiful brick wall,

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Window sills

Musk of life is a pheremone trail. You accept your urge. Until one day you lose the scent. Everything flowers, everything blooms, and then wilts stamen-first into a droop of metling flesh. Everything sexes, and everything secretes, especially the thin membranes near our sense, impressed. Crevices of flesh against the

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every alley

This monochrome dawn is breaking. Will grumbles of her own concerns. I do not remember my dreams, but I do stride in the direciton of my will. I am learning to speak again. I am learning to care about the mundane world again, and I am unafraid anywhere, to ask

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Petrichor

The light casts noble metal over the forest crown and cornices of Outer Berlin. I can see strong weather coming, and birds from the east race this column of rain to land. My best friend Willa puts her paws on the railing, takes the wind with her wet bulb of

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True Vessel

Pack up riots and riotous laughter, Bring them to concrete and candle Grind them, and concentrate Choose to engrave a red letter, And flit away, with cool paste, Left on wings of bees Carry gladness like perfume, Carved from sidewalk, Made of breath -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carries me still and is carried,

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nail chirp

The birds beyond the eave wail nails to the morning Each screech makes heads turn, ears perk Me and my hound, we loop the landing, having skipped sleep for an open window, having opened the window to release the heat of ginger tea in company that's new in all the