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On the Cave You Live In

"And cast down me wretched / sinner unto thee I am / slightly different from / a corpse at a funeral / in that I am less made up / but made up worse."

"The spaces between the aura / and the jolt are shorter / like some epileptic thunderstorm / waiting for the eye."

(from Philip Jenks' _on the Cave You Live in_)

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