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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Heat




Foliaceous experimentations,
     I make lime by burning shells.

Late night awareness,
     all thoughts, all sense.

Can't write, can't paint, can't sleep.

Poetic energies jam prose signals,
No good for doing anything now.

I hope tonight the fuel doesn't run out.
     If it does I'll wake up icy cold in my bed.

Shiver, clap, and count every breath
A victory
Not to have to sleep like an animal
     curled up in the snow.

Heat . . . " . . . liberates time, for the fine arts"



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