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the flowers died, of course they did

for paul blackburn

true sun i look up
i look down
this exciting gesture
is constantly nagging from
my belly.

in air, i look more
like a language
a crushed up bunch
of items displaying
characteristics of
a bunch of items.

superstitions rebound
and slap. i marvel
at all the ingenious plans
that we all have made.
Posted 05/15/09
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