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Kate Puks Poem
Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess
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Kate Puks Poem
The messiah in him perspired and pushed unto a stone shadow curtain behind
which laid an enigma floral canyon; his pulse took then reverberated back shrill
eagles cast halos en flight. Mercury in the background singing twilight while
exposed parts encountered Mars. Proper manner aside, wavering creation mind
spasms penetrated deeper. Maria wept.
A trace from an atmosphere drown in indescribable fruition; tempest yowl
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