Best Fitful Poems

Dreaming sleep leaves flesh,
fathoming our rituals.
There we clamour clear....

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I am slid into the core of the big white tube.
It will reveal all my moving parts
all the flagging and wheezing organics
that reside in the same apartment block,
share the same airducts and plumbing,
but otherwise hang in semidetached hutches
strung around my walled city.

My neck hurts, the...

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