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Myriapoda:
in the blinding overcast,
do I have a faint black tower of karma
looming over me
living machine, though I am
in the blinding overcast,
do I have a strange black tower of karma
looming over me
living machine, though I am
in the blinding overcast,
I do have a great black tower of karma
looming over me
living machine, though I am
riftsS-L, S:
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
fathoms from hope
I can feel my mind
I think I'm blind
or maybe there's nothing to see
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Le Jacques Cartier dans la nuit
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Le Jacques Cartier dans la nuit
fathoms from home
unshifting patterns into the distance
there's nothing to know
but opaque water, it would seem
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Le Jacques Cartier dans la nuit
Saint-Laurent, somniosus
Le Jacques Cartier dans la nuit
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a new campaign
a new campaign
we just complain
we just complain
'til so brow-beaten have we been that our foreheads have given in
'til so brow-beaten have we been that our foreheads have given in
and hidden in
and hidden in
a glimpse of skin
a glimpse of skin
are “そうですか”, “или нет”, et “dankeschön”
clattering like plastic plates over some plain
until no meaning may remain –
neither urgent nor arcane
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nocset:
the lap-land of luxury is not for me
the sprawling lap-land of luxury was not made for me
your stilted talk, a walking drum
these anxious hearts of ours won't beat as one
my jilted walk, a talking sum
of what past whereabouts have each become
the lap-land of luxury is not for me
the sprawling lap-land of luxury was not made for me
SoME_2 (Silk Road as an Island):
солнце, пальмы, пляж, и стронций
sun, desert palms, sand, and strontium 90
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Gypaetinae:
marrow
morrow
marrow
morrow
rio nero
rio nero
a golden landscape bisected by
an irregular black line
above it, a caldera cradled
as if on stilts
were it not for its inclines
stones and vines
above it, still seemingly
primordial yet truthfully
recent additions to the sky
alone tactically and taxonomically
surviving, thriving indeed
on what others have failed to see
or outright ignored - willfully ignored
and refused to see
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"On the point of dosing off, I heard her voice."
- Franz Kafka (as translated from German by Joseph Kresh)
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we've been down this street before
yes we've been down this street
it's mid-November now, and I'm still in shirt sleeves
That in the window?
a meager library
and my reflection, standing, staring back at me
The Cote des Neiges dissolves
what once was striking - wet black asphalt and golden leaves
today, is cold and grey with snow and cracked concrete
what once was Andrea has now become Denise
but my reflection's there, still staring back at me
The Cote des Neiges dissolves
c'est dissolvée
on the horizon:
two domes which can never meet
a sun, setting, half-obscured, casts shadows at my feet
and pale distractions, calm, are calming no more to me
I've re-imagined myself in charcoal relief
the Cote des Neiges dissolves
c'est dissolvée
la Cote des Neiges est dissolvée
the Cote des Neiges dissolves
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depths of the day
into the depths of the day
a direct line
into the depths of the day
hypopharynx
a direct line
asilidae
asilidae
day
day
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Five : Pinhook 052514
06:07
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Tescon Pol North Carolina
Polyrhythmic pop experiments & dense, digital psychedelia.
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