Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Friday, November 02, 2007
hammer comes down and I'm not here in a whirlwind of leaves stunned on the avenue
hammer comes down in city I'm in a country tree crying at a mushroom cloud
hammer shivers the river hammer falls outside many dotted lines
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