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in progress (from serial poem)


performing childhood is something else
where light is a lonesome hymn
touching commits to memory
rhetorical proof in perpetual motion
love’s unbroken composition
approaching the furthest room
so tonight the gaps are graced
suffering and solace
in the praxis of living

to speak back to stones

there are visions in this mudpit

totem mud and mythical speech

a paradise of blemishes

music drawn like concepts

the world spins loneliness
from one skull to the next

tombstones and doors
the wet blanket
nighttooth faxed to the underworld
wild dogs at train station

there’s no eternity
without mythical speech

crazy oblivion terminates in the nude
bathing in pine needles
skin stripped from the bum
the most inquisitive children
on the sundial of the dead


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