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“For an old bitch gone in the teeth, / For a botched civilization,”

a small buddha sits absorbing all motion, deep rumbles beneath the earth, vibrating into the buddha’s mind. monogamous billboard hermetic hay bales fabco and zaber industries tired joys and torrential fuel magic body collision. great billows of smoke in the … Continue reading

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Gravity’s Revolt or; Now tis in his throate! / I, I perceive it plaine. / ‘Twill out! ‘Twill out; stand cleere. See, where it flies!

And the world raged around them, incessant and malevolent, the earth howled and the wind shook and they thought this was to be their end. Mountains trembled and fell, oceans rose and crashed, sleet blew and the thunder spoke the … Continue reading

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‘or fans in asylums spin a loom of fate’

During the third stage of the transmutational encryption, Marie felt an odd shift in her temporal reflexor which triggered a small response in the left dorsal mediator that felt…strange.  One of her eyelids twitched involuntarily and without purpose. She couldn’t … Continue reading

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‘Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave’

[Sigur Ros Í gær . Play while reading.] And there passed lithe and terrible men, among them sauntered long and verdant women, all strong as rooted trees.  They trod lightly following paths unseen and unspoken but along an understood bearing.  None spoke … Continue reading

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In the material world, doing is knowing

Look up beyond the trees above the sky to where to holly grows forget your grove, your rabid hole beneath the quivering sea out among the olive branches run feet unflawed, a joker’s daughter dancing upon the leaves etching deep … Continue reading

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fear of bodies and the magnetized whirlpool of gas

God’s own country.  God’s forgotten country.  See the child.  God’s forgotten child.  Sitting amongst the tinder and bracken.  Cross-legged, with a straight back and down cast eyes, he fidgets thoughtlessly with the kindling that lies just past his knees.  See … Continue reading

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which belongs to the category of lipograms

The medical ward ran low and long across the ridge on the outskirts of the shimmering city.  It swept across the landscape in sensual curves, here the turn of a lower lip, there the sweet arc of a breast.  Seamless … Continue reading

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