imagination
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“Gallops from its mouth, I rip”
I always knew there was a spiritual connection Between Ben and John Some shared irreverence simmering Intelligence like a hawk circling a trail Or the hawk with a wood mouse In its beak swallowing broken bones Then I see it: the patient, dead mouse Gallops from its mouth, I rip A thin sheet of paper Even thinner, transforming one…
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wikipedia poem, no. 45 [burroughs bends hume over the buzzing dehumidifier]
burroughs bends hume over the buzzing dehumidifier and by their suitable unsubtle existences theses we are deep-endeavor thoughts natural and envent wildly and something that the imaginations keep conform us seek after something the brownfield however estrous and conforming after both of their conforming suitableness and would be subject tho we clear in opinions the…
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