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this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem softwarethe ant trails running discourses to the edge of the ocean fabulous planes crash in millennial colours across wide deserts the girl in the black jeans knocks the wineglasses spinning this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem software the goat herd leads the beards into the yellow stone temple a new computer sucks air in an empty room calculating infinity the truth is incompatible with the truth: a light-speed time bomb this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem software the bicycle is dragged from the river dressed with dark reeds all through the city a fine mist of snow is falling on parked cars an overture is recorded in the lineaments of her tired hands this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem software a curse is unrolling like a cloud over succulent stinging trees the heat is rising in the refrigerator - but all this is passing last night the poet floated high above a clear lake in a strange land the poet always floats in dreams, as a balloon on a cut string, free to- this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem software ![]() Mind Spool 2015 |
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