Monday, December 04, 2006

Present Artifact

Can't make yet the swollen language
to bother so worry my frenzied joy

Whip fellow, wind stepping
the bodies coerce
a vague & monstrous patience
squeezing kindness from the deranged
Milking mercy from the ultimately merciful
Whose impulse carries the spell
Whose questioning verifies
her whose pain catches
Curse the plane! We'll
despise howling mathematics on
burning wood, which we have caused to burn.


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