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TOUCH---
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----------stephanie
-----------------pope
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the pure rivers soak in a gloss,
a pane
the light, once bottled, breaks
& a secret thought at dusk now
a broken thing, crowds the city street
‘tween cobblestone and curb
the
break-a-way happend
cloaks in hermes-dread
what pure rivers shed [ssss] red
pouring drunken from the throne of gloss
the rivulets bare on every side
the midst of it
and rivulets bear on every side
and from the midst of it
logic flies hissing--[....]
fluids snake
neither in nor on this surface
but in odors in the orderodors in the order
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-----------decay
Eve of Light comes dancing edges
depths darken, logics dye
the untouchable
flowers
an in-sensed stain |
Art & Life
-Walter Crane |
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