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it comes and comesOliver LukerHaving to skim a froth, to peel a rind : to take an edge and grind the surface, score a life in the earthen rim. The need to number with precision, give new belief to an older frame – discrete moments needing acceptance. Obfuscate, coruscate – I’ve caught and gutted life in a net, I’ve turned loose a lake of crusted remnants, formed words and not let them be at peace. We will remain when the others have gone. Oliver Luker Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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