Thursday, May 9, 2013

i'm calling 
chest-deep
from the new
cool urban lots
& have with
me here a 
very fine grant 
proposal 
that's really 
cutting up 
the present 
century for 
love of first 
recursions
among 
which we 
manage to 
flake enough 
sense off
the rigor
mortis of 
an effaced
quarter to 
call back 
the sour body-
dark AM
side of what
though finite
still took
forever as
if before a 
"daily basis"
is established
there must be
some kind of 
energetic
anesthesia 
amassed
wild above
waste and
scale in-
side what 
arrives in
anybody's
inbox
every other 
glance at 
a time

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