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at this juncture I intended to invade my privacy




like yeast overgrowth


 death is increasingly formal



   I was not aiming for the horse


poetry declared dead again


   on stilts, it may yet rain


 defect pinned to each page    elaborate possibilities in



restless and circular

 ashes of exile and wind beneath

   it’s a tiny concern


the way her hair unleashed doubt

   on suspended water


sentimental corridors, your silent heart

smaller than ever   I turn to snow with a flourish

 sounds leave bruises

   as sightless myths swim



elements of accident

   in invisible / hidden / elliptic parameters


 of non-observable reality


   geometry of hidden spaces


     uncertainty principles have somewhat


 tempered optimistic conclusions

   to warrant lengthy letters more

    apparent than real   shrouded in strict secrecy

 tardive dyskinesia   and taxing responsibility

   endowed chairs at top universities

 of an intangible variety

      dawn   increasingly formal

factory doors

      ringing bells in a corridor

            speaking to song and

hammering a shadow