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Another Grey Day on Mount Numbskull

August 1, 2007

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one day I am going to write about what makes sense sometimes it is like washing one’s face, bandaging a cut making a valley and tunnel in a sandbox for a toy bulldozer or sweeping the floor gets it, clearing out the shed choosing a particular breaking strain a rod and line and spinner

Two Straight Lines

August 1, 2007

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Sunlight on trees branches twigs, no leaves like water drops the passenger is space that drops on the inward like tossed peas over the ice of rails that the air widens into  the zone that sterility keeps fecund the carriage like an hourglass straightened