from untitled (a shrug of the shoulders, a table of ask)
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the history of the body is largely unwritten, the body itself moving in time
a dried rose, placed in water, comes back to life
you trade your violin for a glass, a calendar, a coil of wire
watching the ships come in
murex
your blue regard for silence
the double of history
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tongue probes edge of tooth
score, ruled lines on paper
listening, the waves.
blindly, a landscape
wings of insects, shards of mirror
this only list
a portion of how, accepted
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a blank card received
fire burning without light
the evidence is insubstantial
the sound of wings beating could be taken for breath
three senses of the word
no ease in repetition
UNDER THE NAME OF
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to mingle, then
with red threads, rainwater, rose and ashes
letter from exile
clatter and the reckoning of how
there are tides in ocean, in man
...the moon appears in the bottom of a glass
a method of selected burn
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the lathing exposed
as a voice carries
faint, bluish
dawn comes, birds sing, alight on glass, line their nests with threads
register or manifest
beaten dust of moth wing
where silence conjoined
Copyright © Ezra Mark 1995
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