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'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave,
hovering the eye-line.
you
told me to let it go,
free
a tear astringent,
a tear out of all of the secrets, mustard
hall burns yellow and all,
and ‘ all will erupt,
I promise’
they yell
so her(e) now
and the wing and plan regale
of the congo lust and the lung of raw skin, how
easy any caliphate can curtail a mirror,
can cloth
the curvature of a diamond,
as a skin can curtain so
© over your eyes
I snowed switzerland
you were star wars.
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