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Thaw.

“Sgt Ghost Pepper”

Plunge golden a gauge short
Goes to weather black feathers
That muffle mirth scofflaw
‘Midst falling of all statutes
Elsewhere still no alehouse
Doors, counters with smooth glozing
Season of witch satchel
Sends perilous fixed-fenders
Fall into flerd golden
Aflame with deathbright nightmares

"He moved from atheism to Zen Buddhism, through animism and Wicca, before settling into a Romanian branch of Eastern Orthodox Christianity."

Ornamental truth is acceptable because it can always be read as only ornament. This is why the great truth-tellers have been interested in ornament. But the history that matters is not the history of ornament. Unfortunately that is all the history that can be written; after a new truth is accepted, it becomes invisible. New truth is syntactical.

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Only surviving work.

“Like fever also is the great Nostalgia.” —The Book of Mirdad

Living creek.

gurgling pool of prophets
purge apogee Lojban
sprinkled umber, spraint-talk
sprocket made of boxcars
the wide riddle reams you
roughshod with the huffed dreams
inventory tintypes
like a tortoise hoarder

annual wound, undead
ink-vanishing mission

Colonial inn sign, Bossier City.