z i am wonder it and the sky is black in day of flying geese across rich earth smells at city river of thousands to cast glances in endless cascades of contact and the chain goes forever to quiet houses where we sleep or eat and i am wonder 080710
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z ...i drag in syrup as limb-heavy sadness reeks and scattering ellipsoid bubbles squeeze out from under while laboring birds struggle through the air mixing jet-wash vortices in the lacquer air and i drag... 091221
z solid rancor thrives under the tongue of faith in things past and past is alone when sky snow and futures present drift and waft in air made spoiled with labors of rust and dread are cast around and scattered on the nail crusted floor walked with feet bare and bleeding torn against wind and dripping chain of silence and stops 130327
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