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As the guilty party draws arrangements of teeth out & places them in intervals
desperate, is my grin, my dream, my bridge between cemetery and limb
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grow me a beard from your thigh for deep rest for dream abandon
for guttural fetish & vanishing dysphagia, for mania
a dynamo shift, a labyrinth atmospheric in pull in each compound turn an adjective ball & chain which whines under a #xed cursive star
that knows nothing about its own soul
well without some angel choir —
I #nd the void comforting
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As for the control,
I #x upon the mechanism one sang sung revolution — a blade through rabbits throat —
each sun shared makes motions below horizon line into clusters; stolen.
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weakens
