machinery.
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i am driving this beast, with
joints and levers, fluids, bones.
we smash so easily, come
apart, leak, choke.
and what then, when the tackle
falls to pieces, ...
1 month ago
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
you will greet yourself arriving
In the morning, the sea of soybeans is eddying in the wind. the bats under the eaves squeak and settle in for the day. stray stalks of corn stand proud in the early sun, glowing gold, surrounded by lesser plants, volunteering.
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