THREE POEMS FROM SHARDS
Jan 01, 2022
1 minute
CACONRAD
woodpeckers make insects make themselves small as possible marooned in nucleus of another shattered discourse your burning building appears suddenly in this poem a wall collapses revealing a line of detectives waiting to see if the soul is betrayed will we still believe in the body imagine imagine imagine us in the mouselike dream in the wall
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