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passionately sand
window glass in space--
(and sat) I sat through time
memory’s paradox
nothing--a mime but sand
bound by air and
future the (end)
is further never ending an impersonal place
(passionately) “how are you
?” pleasantly--I’ve never
met you (yesterday) burned and holding
fire--further more the stone detached
anger from calcium a sand castle
falling on its
weight--a brightly lit scarf
a finger web exposing assaults
on class future mercy merrily
(merrily) I lose no more than a sea
of blood soaked
towels bloody everywhere--by
the shimmering
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