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poem beginning "passionately sand ..."
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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