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etch

no r umble

embty lagke

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fit sh

eep un

der lo g

i’m

way enhancement

the ringing foot the

clustered frost the

peldaño pensativo al

caer la loess ,mound

slumps dim across the

field where the

tlacaquetzal eats his

cheese  .in amoxtli

pusulecto an the walking

song yr end inculcates

where the fisted verse

burns your socks .wob

bles on the blood-strung

stairs

  

...y nadie dijo nada.

- César Vallejo

the unfolds

across the war I fee

l it already space if ,in

tervenes automatic wr

it the only ones not

much of categotizations

according to the radio sp

lattered fabric’s departure

splurge and not just that

however it seems the

burn splendid ended in the

language debates already

on a new chasm who are the

victims the sound floats so

mewhere in the neighborhood

‘s mothmouth stumped at the

root profession don’t start

dreaming’s image vacant

lot it’s all the same I’m

serious the body slides app

ears on stage and all is

very well that’s it sea and

sea

  

Refried from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 47, 2013

&

Vsevolod Nekrasov’s I Live I See,

Ugly Duckling Press, 2013