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Dreams, Laws

What else do you do besides speak

Nothingness is my power

Willful, which will soon be overtaken

By dead trees, profitable death

What else do you speak

Grant me through the throat

Night’s duration rose along cliffs

Guised as creosote smells

The dream’s law, the slope where

A loose bridge cries into speech

Before the sea          words 
Posted 07/09/13
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