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In the Still Cave of the Witch Poesy

The praying mantis plays dead to avert destruction…

A Mania, More or Less; Immeasurable, Fervor; Lost Mouth

Light-burning, color-consuming/and with gravity…

Revival, Naked Ladies with Cranes and Crows

God the Father calls me up in front of everyone…

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FEB 2007

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