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threading lies in the dark
Shedding skin
more skin,
exhausting a book
the weavers,
those with inflammation
or disease
 of the breast, sent
to
my father, patron of
Edessa
Cairo
architects
construction workers
aside:sometimes a prisoner
even pyrotechnicians.
dead leaves,
a dirty dig
truth never whispers
I sank my teeth
into the flaking stucco,
salt crumbled
undressed house.
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tropics
Let out of his cages
by half a small white pill
he takes to swatting flies at night
3 coils on a rope
time in a cabin
cajoling,
damp linen sky
the course you charted
perforated black.
saving what recurs
what you were
child's balloon
nebula.
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