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                                                          “This language is laden with future catastrophes.”

                                                                          -GERSHOM SCHOLEM



You may regret the death of the father—


out of the silence: he makes his noises

over black clouds of dust; negative space

increases the inner negative space.


“Today is as good as any other day 

to hunt the black deer with this gold arrow,”

he said in a way, in a furtive room.


He said, “the devil’s inside the lonely

sanctuary” with several screaming stones—

“I wasn’t the fire: I gained nothing.”


Posted 04/16/14
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