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
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
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Long fields of broken stone we used to call rivers
a doorway of industrial depths toppling in the blood
we hang from the math of bridge girders in geometry of underwear
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