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MY OWN RIVERblack drifts down a spring of obsidian. rings down a glass bell and breaks itthe knell of desire; blame it on yourselfbut "with compassion." in the conditionalworld, a lover is the greatest circus everstruck down on the broad banks of your ownriver ~ pungent, sweet styx flowing under.

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feels like firethat old rubriclanguage for painthe head in flamesor a piercing notdecorative but pointing to someflaw of naturethings as they areand have beenand will beof this, onecan be sure

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Another Deathhaving died on the way homewatched rippling darknessthrough night air grittingwindow panes. a man possiblypantsless shuffles back andforth on the beach. havingplayed the demonic role of kalii die like a red dress inflaming passion flowers brittlesummer leaves torched up like a book of hours, quit with aplomb.

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To the Bachelors and their Artifactsunmake meun do meseehow useless becomes meevenin shadowi outstrip you

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cellular spamaches unwanted communiquesfrequenting the lowersciatic regionssierra ofvulnerabilitysorea(a madeup word)arborealpainfrom fissurespsychic goutsfleshly vocalityparochial issuewould seemnone of yourbusinessexcept forconstant fluxout of limbsfingertipstransferenceinto word

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because she had a desire to eat her fingertips and to chew the filaments that infiltrated all the little telephones in all the little houses of all the people of the wired city. because the filaments had swift magical properties allowing them to penetrate the ears of those who listened too long to their own voices, or who listened to prophetic media blitzes propagated by charismatic priests whose

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The Problems (Cont'd.)i spoke before of missing. the sections missing, and sectors, whole corridors -cities lacking. this is not the problem. pouring presence into it, some thing -constitutes being on a day in June in which butterflies were infusing the air -and then a story went like this about how I had such a sad life, there were pent -up emotions, and a search for purity through wondering and

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When listening to catch with intimate hooksa drift of King James or a coroner conversationtake learned literary syllable as seeded fluffto velcro; then in order to please, assembleminiatures in the cabinet of ungainly lighttrack the order of days mathematical proceduremeasuring the lack of presence and absences cutto singular, grow collectively, poems substitutefor rabbit hunting, snares apply to

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Leftwinging birds ground silt to halt and fluff. mistaken shins sluffle off to lancaster. Three lights signing burgers for a special sauce, wherein to find simples to light the way, provide pali alms. So you might take them all in a train to your bedtime arras (wing sheep back and forth sleepless). So you might wake up hurting, and attempt mythology-murder, or quantify heather strung for shuttle

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if onlyto communicateto you my inabilityto communicatewithout interruptionsin sense, in flowisn't that enough?how i stutterbetween facadesof discordancehow ordinary blindnessaccompanies imaginationopening up real occasions for failureevery second line or soforgets the previous oneso one cannot go onalthough surprises do happen and one goes onas if wanting to know andmaybe one does want to knowin

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seeming to remember something: poetry,claims of brightness and dying stars, dullwaxy fingertips, bald eyes, triglyceridescombinations of numbered syllables metersquat foundations once thought groundfor the turbulence above, listing likea sail: a chair falls from the loft towinter earth below. crunch of ice eats up sound. in the lungs, a steel bellows triesto maintain a rhythm, distinct from the

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someone hails me from a distanceto conduct a survey. someone asksme to sign the petition to banheavy water. tiredness seeps intothe line, traverses long distancesto get from there to here. remembera relationship. once a constructfilled with putty and sagging atthe seams. i don't know what lieshave been repeated without attentionto detail, this becomes an exerciseonly, in impulse and improvisation

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form is not differentfrom emptiness is notdifferent from form isemptiness is form and soon with feeling, conception,volition, consciousness.

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headers and footersstructure abled rodsevery kind of tool &hardening of arteriescalibrator of changephysiology seeksfoundation garments not strictly disciplinebutits own fear to hold onto in light of the lightthat's why emotion troublesthe interior vasculumit sluffs offto bethlehem that oldgrouch i mean touchéto you old man you yeahthe habits of escape doturn sour

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she stops to visit herself before bed. there are allusions she dropped along the way. what can you find out by picking through the trash. there are 4 dimes resting on each other like fallen dominoes. the headache diminishes with an illusion of surcease. chartreuse post-its and floppy disks. mind your manners. say nothing. say little. it's late. see how the flesh carries its traces hidden in

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black catsand blackhats asidei'm tryingto understandthis thingcalledsuperstition:ritualsthat keepfear ata distance

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uncertainty has been myconstantand onlycompanionalways will beno foundationno groundnever will be

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she irrigatesher eyes notenough tearssaid the opthamologist readingthe dribblesone by one not enough timenotenoughrain

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let us return to the problem of the missing. in every case and for every individual it is different. for example, there are the missing sequences. a series of steps on the road to life that are somehow bypassed. we may replace them with markers called "demons" or "space." it was soon after breakfast and the light was failing; i remember that. the computer provides a convenient container for such

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I barely know what I'm writing; it's true. Something comes out of "reality." Some letters; something is missing, and we know it. The sound of that engine is indifferent to humans, like a dog nosing garbage. Aching for some taste of something. Fat and the heat it generates. Beuys understood this. Or the assemblage and movement of parts. What might be fashioned from it? Still the old bird keeps

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I am with you, uncertainty, or walking beside you. Or walking a few yards ahead. I don't even want to know how the air feels. And then I do. There is the understanding of horror, while above a few clouds barely move. Down below there's a chill wind, and I think it predicts my downfall; I think it's all about me. We don't give up winter easily. Today there were four or five hummingbirds in the

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There has been rain for manyDays. The mess on my table Awaits me. There was so muchWater the car began to slide (Three times sideways) acrossThe highway. Letters, messages. A page or two to edit. Tired Eyes. The sound I swear of a sandPiper from my front yardI could sleep for days don'tYou know. Occasionally IConsider the possibility ofBecoming a nun. Purely escapistDrivel. So I won't have

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A BLACK SPRINGwhat determines a state of openness oran onset of opaque weather, indelible andlightfast? the mountains across the baydisappear and your resistant surfacesbecome reflective in a way embarassingas they say, embarazada: you give birthto anything because there is nothing.

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double chocolate as in morethan one, with walnuts. abreak between "writing" towrite. the sun drenched skygets low and grey. one mustbe implacable yet flexible.fashion today's koan out oftoothpaste and cookie doughice cream. desire cooks thesmall details. distractions.

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She dredges up old boats, barkentines, canoes, longboatsvessels with rigging. There is no more new. A lot ofnakedness around here lately, though; it shuffles and goes everyday under the radar, sightlines we anesthetize(a surface thing). It's a surface thing, scraped dishesbroadband links and a book of Indian Vegetarian CookeryBut there's always searching past tenses hope to dredgeup ripostes and

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