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Friday, October 29, 2004

in this as late as saying so. in as brown as a table, until the lights go out. in the minute before, but rarely. in a political tumble, and just the car to go it. in all these and transverse leaves thru autumn's only day, there arise something tripped to tilting and the buzz about the town. you think the world is small enough to hold your kind, but really, larger is the shame.

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there might be something in it for all of us.
there might be a landing space.
might be a time left out of words.
might be words.
we'll probably leave the difference enhanced
as we travel the trouble again.

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Monday, October 25, 2004

land of rocket, voter pocket. pokes on the landmine minute, separating intention viably. sets a green dense settled nodal boon, then says a prayer. it engulfs a national, voter pattern, strong as day in the regional plus. signs are intention in the murdering left to us. murdering of most surely certitude, left to us.

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Sunday, October 24, 2004

blurted sentence in the tribe of close.
in close door eating name, steep in draining.
out of call of form of sentence, steeped of training.
in the trench of running need, lapse of strain.
needing moment crock of pain, still nation.
nation in the hempishere resists the simple sentence.
alien outbust in the muddle of varying sentnce.
here's the tribal lunge of version, slip of sentence.
here's a sentence.

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