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Collection, pt. 1

We’ve been made to live as conscious beings instead of a singular tone,
when they say it comes in a rush, a passing light.  Maybe it starts with a betrayal.

Sandy beach puzzle piece and I found you with my metal detector.
I need a bigger keel.  A bigger field.
A differentiation between lowercase and capital punishment.
I need a bigger killer.  A bigger feel.

Postpone your apostrophes until we meet.  I need your singing grief.
I want find a lid of men where they wait.
Every woman shares her name with a castle, the drop of a hat, a pill.
I want find a lid of men where they drink.

I’m writing a tale of desolation. 
I want to tell you a story.
Posted 08/11/13
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