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{Monday, February 07, 2005}


Glass War

Happiness suspends the metal, and the spoon will stir the liquid to dispatch the caravane of leaves. I drink only light through a straw. Let's watch their army rise and settle: rake it in the morning.

Sometimes you call because you wake from a nightmare. The window still frames the uncertainty of the fall: whatever you don't swallow, I plant in the soil.

You said, some words should not be set apart in the dictionary.


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