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    APHOR DĪT ISMS
    APHOR DĪT ISMS
    APHOR DĪT ISMS
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    APHOR DĪT ISMS

    By R Frederick Finlayson

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    APHOR DĪT ISMS is prose-poetry written in the late 1980s and first published here in ebook format in 2022 by The Room editions. A limited edition hardcover version is available upon request.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Room editions
    Release dateOct 29, 2022
    ISBN9798215336243
    APHOR DĪT ISMS
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      APHOR DĪT ISMS - R Frederick Finlayson

      APHOR DĪT ISMS

      R Frederick Finlayson

      Published by The Room editions, 2022.

      While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

      APHOR DĪT ISMS

      First edition. October 29, 2022.

      Copyright © 2022 R Frederick Finlayson.

      ISBN: 979-8215336243

      Written by R Frederick Finlayson.

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      1. my ears are cities full of seeds as if the dissonances connect in the effable speech there is there is that otherness of distinction who comes! who comes! the applauding contradiction the resonance and slip of the half-shift in the film of night crowding expectantly peering through listening all ready to my ears the enlargement of hope or time’s labouring ease reclining as if i stand throughout bridges or curved indolences — thus the harried glance the reverberation of the choice of rhyme the internals of a faltering step i speak here in a hurried manner

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