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more work in progress from campanology

( +speaking+) a voice

reading neither film nor mirror. the lake a question.
the gift a symbol. among the sparks. with thick eyes descending.

fascination for fools. of dried apples. a sack in the woods.
with thick eyes descending.

on the march. cowbell. speaking in mutation.
a palladium. mechanic on call. slogan raw. with thick eyes descending.

skull on ice. neptune’s moons. cuffed to a question grafted to landscape.
a juggler. with thick eyes descending.

and marrow. a tool for descending. a belch from the uberworld.
reflux on wheels. with thick eyes descending.

waking: a gesture. gap notes. thermo cow with churning stomach.
if asked we were dusty. with thick eyes descending.

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Laura Carter said…
I'm enjoying reading this piece. Thanks for posting it.

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