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"She changed how I saw the cube, and the rhomboid chunks of stone in the foreground of Bruegel’s Great Tower of Babel; all the Bruegels were ours, the little landscapes in their frames like capsule universes for which we had a secret language together inscribed on the back of the earth’s palimpsest."

"The yew hedge of the Grosse Fuge." --Sylvia Plath

Occupation.

in the ruins of my crib
no food just books.
predicament, describe:
in the ruins of my crib
only words to roll the scarab
& with words fill a six foot box
in the ruins of my crib.
no food. just books.

"They call you Pluto anyway..."