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This is another of those teetering one-on-top of-the-other Jenga poems about the spidery cracks about the flaws in our armour holes in our hands dry rot black spores x-ray machines white shadows sorrows etc cracks

Pylon the breeze carries traffic sounds across a tractor- scarred farmland... pylons above the bypass reiterate the vantage point of a buzzard...houses with grey blue slates ... nearly rhythmical murmur of the pines and far-heard traffic ... that’s how

To Night

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Consign Consign and other food a quality of scene relaxation inverse to the cusp defence we fail to happen statistics show lilac curators have more indolence than purpose is missing so far good made dignity Key though that would be pushing

Tend Tend energy vitiate until softened merge only then alter the account praised foot feet shuffle the motes riffle the hedge row backwards traffic melting lately shown showing signals Apparently requires shoes reflective substance torn from an

Side Side mass one side rolled at pieces sentient lotions should be moved on by a careful touch marking the seeming distinction inside the offer which had been tentative in the first transition Used beneath heavy and quiet conditions could

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