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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

not a single
rock remains
believeable, an
annihilation
becomes mere
plan, a drum
resounds on
a momentary ledge,
which sends notes of
distress into
our edgeless sky,
reactions
crowd the table
and we await a good
barnburnner,
the defintion
of interst
circles around
our stories

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