Thursday, April 21, 2011

a period piece

In the least aggressive way, I am troubled with everything feeling passé
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Where is your new-ness, find it perhaps on a lingering
quest in hills furred wet & growlsy,
the absorption when you tumble jammy jams you
with mineral bits of soul, fides and fates,
we are all idols & know-know
the damages of dull blades

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