I write from a whirling propeller
I write from a whirling propeller that seems so troublingly slow when submerged under the water all these bubbles that I blow are a drowned man’s latest prayer floating up until they pop and every time...
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because I could not cage You, I had to cage the World, keep it in a separate orbit that all around me whirled – cut off, safe – apart, I looked through the bars to see the World as it unfurled – but...
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Some Triangles have four Sides – the Fourth is surely there – but it isn’t on the Paper – it’s floating in the Air.
View Articlethe carpet’s courtesy
our floors are bordered by nails upright – the nails you never see our bare feet cushioned from the sharp points – the carpet’s courtesy carpet – soft to foot – wall-to-wall – we slide and glide, who...
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