parts for patches

a morning of misreading

forgetting for forging

mourning for mounting

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very little feeling left

wolfman grinds his tiny green people

left me thinking I'm galvanized zinc

and you're a lane a deep-rut but I'm zinc

effectively zinc

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imperfect design

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the Poet stamps commingle

with a sparkling sky a sip of juice

just approaching thunder

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you can't trust me not that

i wasn't born naked or don't

stay put from sun-rise to set

but i'm of a piece with a dull

blind earth-eaten calamity if

that came to your country as

deaf to birds and rivers as

heart-lost in taking energy

for a colorful paste-board

wonderland of the special not

the ordinary performance

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"any single point is actually many or none at all

the sun ... point? what's a point? .... my point

precisely ... never so clear as imprecise breath"

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having read some French ones translated likely no good

no grip on a human fact fat chance of a soul or a scent

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"or even gestured at prior to this point"

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where all humunkind hangs out

This fleshy pink baby centered in straw sets a limit.