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w a t e r..d u s t
water dust
the taste of broken lightbulbs
static play of charge
starvd vacuum licking outward
he emerges from the furnace heart
in million neon
voice like thorn a tongue
of noise to tear white chiffon
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& they have entered the petrified forest
a fire made of glass shards crackling
burdock, monkshood, rapeseed
where the branches mesh like a wing
& the slivers in the glassfactory waste-pit
whisper on thru airconditioning forever
the geology of infinitesimals diamond grinding diamond
spiralinward to the blinded core
to the core of the nub of the heart of it
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in a primary school of one
the maimed child dips her one toast soldier
over & over, into a dry white eggcup
hearing faintly something
or the wind \ a window shatters on the \
something imperceptibly
extend itself forever out
across the perfect field
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