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1.
Crossing My Words
Shaping
The Words
Blue
Rhythms
Green
Chair
Love
Poem
Laying
Lines
Für
Elise
Awaiting
Your Reply
A
Suicide Letter Because
The
Sky's Gone Out
Fäith
Mourns A Dead
Language
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Blue Rhythms
perhaps i have spoken
too loudly--my voice darting fish through the stillness of shallow
reefs disturbing plankton along the shore of distant tables--perhaps
the gale force of my words sinks moored ships in typhoons of syntax--hurricanes
of grammar, appalling verbal banzai. perhaps the poem i have been
reciting--its contracting eel lines twisting danger in coral waters--spreads
the deep sea horror of thought--the carefully planned sentence--the
written breakwater of the ocean's blue naïve conversation.
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