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красный.

"all the dead darkness
skyward...working the vault"

--Lissa Wolsak

Knife Edge.

"XLIV

   This piano travels within,
travels by joyful leaps.
Then meditates in ferrate repose,
nailed with ten horizons.

   It advances. Drags itself under tunnels,
beyond, under tunnels of pain,
under vertebrae naturally fugacious.

   At times its tubes go,
slow asias yellow with living,
they go in eclipse,
and insectile nightmares delouse,
now dead to thunder, the herald of geneses.

   Dark piano, on whom do you spy
with your deafness that hears me,
with your muteness that deafens me?

   Oh mysterious pulse."

--Eshleman's Trilce

👾.