2.04.2013

study 202



amply as a land shadows the grow as
bleed into fairground as dried grass turn
intro to that wave slow pickle the grid
picked up all those rack timings
you can’t help being dragged into the
war of words like rifle and transparent
governance,
craggy under moon then as it
near evening, you
look around,
air slow unemployed glance;
ratchet down

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