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--expanding the canon into the 21st century




12 WORKS
BY JEFF HARRISON

THE BERRY'S MAP

hare and mare
are the entire sea
& when the entire sea
pleads for his life
hare and mare are
English speaking

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a Portuguese capacity
has the capacity
for being Portuguese, at least

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modesty,
obviously,
will end with a curtain

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the Second Act
climbs onto the City Clerk

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the Theatre
ought not to be afraid
to show her legs

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am I to conclude
the depths
are only for simple things?

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she married
your praises

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the orchestra
making the main
square in his hair

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How Nature Can Close Ranks! Snip! Snap!

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the atrocious
are putting on a show
just for you! - even if
a million miles away
& they don't care to know
your name! when you're
moral,
though, you are only
entertaining yourself

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my suggestion
is licensed to do
what you're so eager for

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the weather,
my dear friend,
is trying to hand us a line

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the newborn paws
in the heat of my violin case

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how do you
want the staircase
to be rebuilt?

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have my people feel like sleeping

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cooks are
less fragile
ink bottles

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we need a horse
to make a fire with

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one's coffin
again recurring
a sick man has
gratuitous unity

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The Crystal Tower In New York

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coteries exclude
because they have trust issues

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the awful thing
tells me a star
is called a mountain

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repugnant farmhands
live in your apartment

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a mysterious snowing
  (marvelous?)
broke into
conversations

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        dust
        detail

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        a lump
        sticking out
        of the two

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        the house
        would be so
        white

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very friendly and pretty
piece of shit

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the bunnies
seemed only fair

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tone of voice
cry at the top
of black

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my knee
beheld
their eyebrows spectacular

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the ball
with milk
twenty minutes later

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        nice things
        in Arabic

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dirty knees
when she was fourteen

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Art & junk-dreams
spoiled the poor fellow

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goodnight kisses
against her cheekbone

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        your friends
        are enough
        company

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        the matches
        had pulled
        her eyebrows

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        a good joke
        is walking about

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A VULGAR PERFORMANCE ON THE DEATH OF VIRGINIA

   SCENE 1

               VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Scowl

               VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Smile

               VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Flush

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SCENE 2

              VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Flush

[ENTER COMPLIANT LIGHTNING]

              COMPLIANT LIGHTNING:

                    Flash

              VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Flush

              COMPLIANT LIGHTNING:

                    Flush, then

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SCENE 3

[ENTER ADAMANT THUNDER]

              ADAMANT THUNDER:

                    Boom

              VIRGINIA'S MOUTH:

                    Broom

              ADAMANT THUNDER:

                    Boom

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SCENE 4

              VIRGINIA'S FACE & COMPLAINT LIGHTNING:

                    Flush

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SCENE 5

             VIRGINIA'S FACE:

                    Scowl

             COMPLIANT LIGHTNING:

                    Flush

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             * CURTAIN *

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LINES CAUSED BY THE FLIGHT OF A BEE AROUND A POMEGRANATE

physical beauty
was enacted
in the remains
decency more
revolting
hither her
tongue by
the faithful
voiced seclusion damp & chilly arrivals
means judgment plausible inhabitants underfoot
consent is known
to repeat resentment
bestowing beauty
to pay this villain
breath blows in cou
(couplets?
countenance? course?)


                         the choice of ideas is
                            made of examples


       the WORLD is a lengthy MOTHER

       "Books
       constitute capital,"
       Jefferson
       wrote Madison,
       "Not an article of
       mere consumption but
       fairly
       of capital" THINK of the TRAGIC NEW
                                               NO LONGER

the horizon
a therapeutic
mistake, illus-
ion of
the unity refers
the modern
             disjunctive
comes on all redefining
    certain points
in methodological pro-
    portion THINK of the TRAGIC NEW
                                               NO LONGER

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VIRGINIA BETWEEN THE ACTS

carefully wrenched perception planted
          grave songs beyond the convulsion
      echo of behavior, say a lifetime
contented notice with zeal exhausted such rest
      a mouthful of minutes genuinely enjoying themselves
          the very point found it possible
      charming overburdened possession could follow
brains so strong-minded, no object known
          spoken ill-mannered late persistence
generations convey the division of the divine links
          religion had one instance only
derived researches convey the grains conveys the inevitable
      conception of rabbinic law, which remains metempsychosis
      to a large extent the distance is sheer nonsense
      manifestations manifest sufficient punishments
          rationalizations influenced mysticism
          endeavor toward paraphrase
                                     underground heart played their part
identity a host of errors and falsehoods
      veritable historical spirit
treasure expanded the predecessor, hand-made wilds
                                     swamping 1000 years for my eye
                                     fountains between numbers & oaths
          death an identification with their secret
          the end of the alphabet promised to the Greeks
corresponding governments have a picture in mind
          perfectly our account received a sight
                                     carried the favor, secure a storm
          heard the apologies aspiring to hard words
          whispers drawn through a short silence
                                     betrayed more than another motion
          welcomed the age, being spared contrast
natural suspect despises implicated juncture
read to the right closing admirers, sportive power
          paintings in boulders, suitably lamentable

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APPLE-CHEEKED HARLOTS

photo-length
to stand for
innate styptic

                   liaison fore-brain
                 (to as the have to of)

            &nbs

WILLIAM WORMSWORTH

under the nine heart and housed
William Wormswork was in and to my absence
(their figure flag, understand)
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guard days:
coachman moved her flesh O him:
seized of debts
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distressingly the garden obeyed,
King Gossip found bodies today in Wellset Kitchen
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did not this spitting have a strange voice?
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flow man, hostile sister leaped all of his know
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silent and cygnet lanterns
dark wetting the dog at roses the poem
we: the forbidden suffer my tumor of birds
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deathsman bankside
looking bridle of tingling
thou spoke the ballad through
light the point to prince
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how sledded am I to hesitate his sirrah!
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boldfaced drawing-room
came, shadow, by flood he walked back to peck death
her sash foes chosen, younger grown all
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this head bodies some lie
we of bedchamber are as to you of curled parlor
who housed the Nine and swung her prying papers?
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unbreeched sprouts shoot pig ash -
this is the image of this Dining Age
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a 1000 houses barred their doors against them -
poets! when will you find your Baucis & Philemon?
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plenty of colors to go around,
but Blue has a lot on her plate
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greasy out gentle the drink, the loving, to one so pacing
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yessiree, the feather we piss around and whip alongside
               cannot sight the sea
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we are reminded skulls, Wormswork, are roots, are typewriters
beginning we crawl red it burnt you, responsibility of times,
long it's alive crying
Wormswork, who minds you this time?
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the syrup bolt is cut
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firearm discharged brackets
a corpse's foot is useless -
could your walk flatten even dough?
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the puffs sexpot a hoof
dear is the mouth we sing downward
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wash saliva during milk therapy out to daisy her long windows
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most was scarce,
simpler to believe
mountains are thinking music
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an unhurt order of molting gardens
where ratios drift-
taste stained all the body
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floor the bird's bastards
with serpent organs
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sounds recurrent & worn,
I'm swallowing the passenger tomb myself
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within ocean haunts
the written is vegetal
& I satisfy only cash
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Virginia spurned Virginia's greasy fresh
my zodiac's broken into stumps your telescope gapes
leash the rain laced with filthy dreams
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I'm not weirding my cities
about the fragile break of seas
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diaphanous does haunt Pablo Fanques Fair
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centuries refuse the Big Coach
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fat city time met dollar of wet
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Mr. Hole rubbeth a King button
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the moon was hesitant -
the three of them
exceeded the number of the stars
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a prime number realized he was sweating
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the slow sinking of Vienna's polarizing beams
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the Garland is available to the last ace
(the first human excuse)
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scared guy vacancy
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the floor was a thin type of mitochondria
disguised as the sound of surprise,
it felt her forehead
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eyes imprint the volunteer
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corked teeth rank pragmatic
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the new world will be free of faces
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Astraea uses her stellar allure by day, her
wire face draped in those promises like an elephant
thumbing a glimpse, her example strapped for smoke
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drain number,
you of a grand creeping Flaubert
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vase all snipped circa of a pattern grasp, the
dactylic is jumbled stumbling over centaurs of slow matter
such tricks fake creative snow strips, Horse-Chestnuts For Beads!
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strewn leaves forever float breaststroke translucent
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stippled transformational grammar hidden from damp
gone bullet-hard and altogether asphodel
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But inkpots? Yes, of the Hatters.
Mr. Flies end-splotched each two.
Persistence promises the posse or could reflections roll all?
Vindictively will Socrates subsequent contracts,
and come twilight we'll give police four inkpots
unpeopled in parched articulations...
Ladybird patterned with inkpots, wouldn't inversion notice?
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dark even their fish, and their bees?
labeled like sententiae, like the pines
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sliding dropping eye wilted paste taps &
turned their gauzy daylight mossfur-side up
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from OVID -

transfiguration heap of
fountains kangaroos fuddled chickens
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O cheap tap of sesame, the rosemary are radish
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the misdirection benches crawl over wind but
figured though triples of cut hides.
Brambles, unlike geometry, grip sheepfolds
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cornflowers' cigar for a various marble
the hot beach swims in shadings & streets
birds are enfeeblement, shot through with fluffy steel
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and verbs trapped work in duck-shaped light
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chestnuts are frog-wild for the fretworks of things
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traditional and grey-green trees
veining neat this still glaze of pension
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clapped each other the rainbow salt with vacant hatband?
eyeholes through cocoons, O, eyeholes through cocoons gone
deep-wild mulberry and bleached in mountains and fictive ground
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AT LAST, bronze is entering snowdrops!
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caryatid beef of eroded girls
residential sweetness of that living graveyard
come the sweat, asphalt more nowhere
against that bright middle bramble I spy a retired dove

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NAPOLEON'S SKULLCAP

tardy Astraea the Horse-Leech And Lamp-Eyed Mare Head
living 'twixt four and six,
your fathomed blood flowers their Christ!

you're the veins
turning dry quarter shapes,
O how the Fall harnessed my veins down

slow-rising naked heart turns spider-tongued

Napoleon's skullcap is a
flat tiger boning me crane-flat beneath the skin

my shabby tail's mechanical fruit gone All Loud Worm -
Mr. Hole and the rest of the dead are walking like a mothered Spring, their
fingers are now syllabic levers

the sea-gut Summer's tomb weathers the powder of your Sargasso smile our
original fishes' bough is alight with drowned fuses

the dark her shawl brides is my address
my poison address can dry up any oasis
my promise spat between the blood forks
shows zeroes are only nerves?

each tear (baby's fair frigid) was
darkness-froth in tides,
these soils rub Devil's hives

tickled tithings O not kissing
what's in the milk & O fetching no string
for the blood-multiplying bone berry,

          Mr. Hole's
          bright-eyed
          chiming mouth
          punctual as
          The Flood
          as he chimes:

          "What wolf threw you,
          you fool Thessalian?"

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CROW & BLUE

a blue
feather
awaited
obscurantism
say it right,
all these
matters
could prompt
silver seduction
on her trail
the quartet's
seeing one
more injury
I'm pretty neat,
but could you
take 3 of me?
how old is
your map? That
berry's condemned
by now
blue feather
got it right
a blue feather
stands for physical
beauty if
a blue feather
is your thing,
and if the
physical is
your thing when
it comes to beauty
if blue feathers
could speak, they would
just try to con us
the more detail you
pile on, the more
you can con yourself
that it speaks...
in this somewhat-enigma
of what lies between,
the crucial falls
somewhere between
crow and blue,
blue and shall.

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POEM FOR JOHN SCOTT RUSSELL (1808-1882)

language became argument, face the argument over again while
barrier apes forecast death, sled happens & scorches the time control always
snappy, always simple, O simple syrupy home
the Boldface Bears flutter telltale and today, fancy that into a gauze
Virginia night (kings swear to scotch that nightscape), O gauze night -
parcel the sleep, the exchanges, and the personal into pleasant spells paper
air, your school is now the drop, your gauge doing an asunder
nighttime Virginia willing yellow thus and stuttered the waters to stand up
severally: quickened frogs, where my wanders ended Shelley's began---> I'll
add to her wink an arching complaint set long into mind
there's a lot of butterflies in your tide but I named my sled Violet
before they could rise again, "Stay sunsets there, Virginia!"
say rather "propose sunlight as the lush haha!"

         what would your phantom condition say?

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VIRGINIA'S RESURREXIT

the outermost of Virginia is to be called daughter too
though only the islands had her attention, money would
do wonders for the sun, her daughters are golden-haired tonight
gardens are pearls in the ocean, gingerly all out to the air
here the renowned are FINALLY summer-minded, they placed a
five on Virginia as usual - early damnation? eerie empty Virginia's framed
face - a paper Troy, really, to snow down Pharaoh's forgetting
this world will surely beach the moon, just as surely, beneath its pants,
the clients orbit... moonfolks pulled, ah, my early contacts into shape,
"But clay holds," cried the tresses (The grapes murmured "sorceress") their
imprint vanquished the abyss! and snowed Kneph's tomb! yet their steeped
little loves are among the ashes today
because they were against you, Virginia, whose violets at every verge vines
the trees, every life's a Virginia, so is Virginia out dying?
the outermost of Virginia is to be called daughter too! what soul
will spite this news? "Love one who thinks God's but ice," the tresses
insist (the grapes respond "each skin's an irrepressible sentinel
watching 'gainst such nonsense") meanwhile Delfica would metal my Hell

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AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY OF AMPHIBIOUS STIGMATA

cemetery dances, pass them by without recovering from your bit of
candle, they easily class themselves within a narrow bonhomie
I have read a second time who gets by in that business
after a lounge, Wm. Wormswork's petrified by theatrical splendor
these entertainers have given up their old humble knowledge
founder of a vague notion for his daily rendezvous
their performance attempted the halftone as
only a great mimic has caught, Virginia's urgency
reluctant words deplore his wasted image
monumental pretense, such half-lights consistent with spite
imprisonment of wickedness a beautiful insurance
undivided suffix decked with tentative inscriptions
the third word armed with a sheer drop, a phrase
ignorant of candor, such dance resides in the letter V

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AH, CHEMICAL FOG, WHAT?

what arm for artifact and cone fire free
xerox indicative of rest with shouting sound
alphabet throughout tilt rejoinders eyed bottom-blank
sculpted initials shoulder prestige (pyrrhic here)
it's wax flame, Mr. Hole, not half air, you of indented meadows
afterlight's completely clay, drylight's a lip-synch toward a
roving performance (that turnstile called Gulp Thing)
your winding-sheet clothes control an unnaming substitution bough
your commerce armed with water straight whacked assumed shadows
Amen, Pawprint, you pale Catallus! Mr. Hole, lifelike, opens the motto

                 ~~ "Breadcrumbs Out To Sea" ~~

   similar to what Virginia states across Almighty Sleptwrong Finger:

        "and i have nothing new in my work or my home or
        even my hair ahhaha am doing nothing in this world but
        watching every move and every breath around me .......
        that's all what i do .... don't u like to be like me???
        haha who want that!!! haha i guess no one ....."

           to which I reply, "walk & forego dispersal"

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WHICH WAY DO THE POCKETS POINT?

          & with a punctuated dashing, & barred
          carefully wrenched perception planted
          grave songs beyond the convulsion
          echo of behavior, say a lifetime
          contented notice with zeal exhausted such rest
          a mouthful of minutes genuinely enjoying themselves
          the very point found it possible
          charming overburdened possession could follow
          brains so strong-minded, no object known
          spoken ill-mannered late persistence
          generations convey the division of the divine links
          religion had one instance only
          derived researches convey the grains conveys the inevitable
          conception of rabbinic law, which remains metempsychosis
          to a large extent the distance is sheer nonsense
          manifestations manifest sufficient punishments
          rationalizations influenced mysticism
          endeavor toward paraphrase
          underground heart played their part
          identity a host of errors and falsehoods
          veritable historical spirit
          treasure expanded the predecessor, hand-made wilds
          swamping 1000 years for my eye
          mountains between numbers & oaths
          death an identification with their secret
          the end of the alphabet promised to the Greeks
          corresponding governments have a picture in mind
          perfectly our account received a sight
          carried the favor, secure a storm
          heard the apologies aspiring to hard words
          whispers drawn through a short silence
          betrayed more than another motion
          welcomed the age, being spared contrast
          natural suspect despises implicated juncture
          read to the right closing admirers, sportive power
          paintings in boulders, suitably lamentable
          chimneys at the end of pictures
          borrowed forests suffer doubt considerable
          conclusion a posthumous confrontation
          a political appreciation closely associated with furnishings
          a plain sequence haunting as a skin
          her familiar to wear an apparition of landscape
          appearances the result of haunting
          cameras elsewhere are intimate, upsetting frontier refusals
          forest looking up, resonant in the rain
          should illusion confer life or retirement
          the same ornaments suit an epitaph
          they are by chance double vision
          moral imprints of driven landscape
          cross-over leaves are rock
          audience determines the trademark, the procedure
          confirmed insignificant windows
          things do not paint the impossible
          broadcasting their wounds
          surfaces are exactly as dark as a term
          dramatic claims, these alone prove rigid
          each is further remembered
          should discernable disjuncture
          born e l o n g a t i o n
          weeping is any business at the same time...

          except past collapse


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