“The trick was to go away and then return
Later, without
promising when”
David
Wevill
[Polyvocal]
pull the systematic!
very age has difficulty
controlling shaking
cameras break away from thugs
never implied anything
over to the map
flickering suggestions
vanish quickly
journals moved but weren't alive
certainly will destroys the world
sun on the ice
crushed boats
bringing things in obtrusive plastic
bin liners
embedded
crowds worms
chirp
cut heads
creeping summer
risen hour
dress themselves up
simplistic fashion riverbank
imaginary dancer guns cavorting
distances
liberal words of softened candle wax
as thick as ever inside
leaning against time
insular bubble in search of content
worries about copies of utters
dripping on your tape then runs
untangling the light on the actual
surface of
the doors of the echoing murderers
news ignores their violence
drift out of answers
a landscape he tells about
earth executed with human skulls
Napoleon enters the author
face photo of the worked organism
has begun the worst age
bringing things to angels
murderers lead individual interest
the room in the past the police entered
executed with a camera
time the dressing up
knuckles of mind
snow
a close up love endurable somewhere
ramified
veering windows see things in a
straining unfleshed muscle
until the passing of danger in a city
of children
the news ignores their bellies
the other amputated tongue
indistinguishable from the background
thirst
is all within
which nothing
strictly nothing
decoy destroyed and multiplied
imagines people
crossed out of his head
light is off
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