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Friday, December 08, 2017
jump start blot
in the autumn sun winter brews life
weaned of woe, tea of yule blots
born on ice formed fire,
fetal remonstrance
coals schout toward the belly buttontree wood
whittled by babes
under ocean minds whale kissed
floating sound bubbles of moon
under her fingernails to take
place of silver splinters
tinsel skinned conveying arrow
stirring the import
of phonochronocraphic zealotry,
in the image of the sun
speck either cooled or dismissed
in layers of cosmic wool
wind dares not bury
over dune's eye
bests
only to help with a jump
start.
12-8-17
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