Month: May 2007
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First Morning
Any given space tightens over time,teeming through folds of morning clarity& slated red light, bearing no resemblanceto straight lines & stepping forward:causality of purpose no longer with means
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Still Life
Time echoed. On a wooden floor sequences are passively poised then parted. Readying loose particlesdarkness falls in question, recessed overhead. One’s skin stretched along the cool surface, accessed & obtuse; immediacy pulling the outside closed
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 