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w a t e r d u s t
water dust
a taste of broken lightbulbs
static play of charge
starvd vacuum licking outward
he emerges from the furnace heart
in million neon
voice like thorn a tongue
of noise to tear white chiffon
& they have entered the petrified forest
a fire made of glass shards crackling
burdock, monkshood, rapeseed
where the branches mesh like a wing
& the slivers in the glassfactory waste-pit
whisper on thru airconditioning forever
the geology of infinitesimals diamond grinding diamond
spiralinward to the blinding core
to the core of the nub of the heart of it
in night's ruind primary school of one
she dips her one toast soldier
over & over, into a dry white eggcup
hearing faintly something
or the wind \ a window shatters on the
something imperceptibly
extend itself forever out
across the perfect field
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