thermite
blows up the sold or solidified
wildness,
now pretty tame as a truncheon
right? presynaptic in the
clogged
sense, turpentine
rendered
into some almost non-thot precinct
... don’t
know if you can change
the shape of
space & then slurry it over
into the
19th dimension,
just using
shotguns & retsina ...
Webster
& Duncan compressing letters
under hi
pressure, in our way ...
velour and
behind that
staccato,
vacations into full-on
word
gestures down in the
islands,
hop dance n
skip around
insured snow
.... fumarole in a tondo
muttering: hemp,
ope ! wreathy....
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