the images press against the walls like mountains
the images press into the living space w lit hands
the images press thru streets with coins and barbers
the images seethe all thru the prose of your recent
day
the images light up as if filled with kerosene
the images stop dead, filled with unclarity
the images wail in the road like a viking or banished
she
the images are constrained by words like fir hydrants
the images attack quietude even on a crowded city bus
the images sneak behind you like a ghost image
midnight
movie clump rip systematized hang glide ferret notify
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