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overlay lady made of printed blue
ruffled curtain stuff
on a lofty scale bending across
and letting down into the scene a baby it seems in a
blue shawl
wall of thundercloud transforming
headdress
thickfingered branchhand matted sky deep yellow
storm surge caught in its trident
white head whitehaired polar bear
skin clad
explorer glistening fur imploring her by silent
splash ice shelf floe and slab keeping breaking off
beneath testing paws
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her tidings cascades of lightning
deathpools and lace
semaphore dysphorias continuance creation
although some attempt to construct by closing in on
staking names ever narrower names
ever newly discrepant
her choices sequences many
languageless intuited before offered up to
loquacity and simbiltons
continual
contingent her continuo
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steel brace five inch wide or smaller
with radius
corners clamps left rib to right perduring but prior
glimpse big black bra both silk and
industrial
substantial armor below the breasts
view of lorgnette eye mask black and
their analogy
at one point tightening all along
that band
seemed to thicken and expand into a whole
set of black constructivist Gabo but
no Nevelson
wheeling stage extruded arc topology
complicated nutcracking
space-through-space
to breathe around the ends of it
seemed possible
as if it would stay there but the ribs move away
as if they withdrew contracting even
further
from the nails or screws into a silk djellaba
then this very swift appearance of
diffused
low light from the center of that
line
purple-blue illumining pebble strewn bleak
barren moonscape nothing organic
a sense of such release such rightness
and I fell asleep
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how cuppa joe and doughnut are the
same
what’s one without the other everything
the other is or ever could be not twins
not reduplications the very tinny
taste
of these militate against them what
matters Mo are holes and those no joke
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