May 13 2010
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under my stars comes
in the dust lie round entities
which jump at the chance to expose
folly — to devise injury —
to begin to see the edges
where secrets will come to be
when she dove in the dusty way
she had to sneeze through
almost a burrowing
as if she, a heated mole —
she in heat the mole —
sneezes through the dusty way
through my minefield of entities
you secrets become me
on this sheet she the
mole will come to be both
metaphysical needling and
one bedtime fellow needled
in the past, look, here/now
the overlooking outersight you
big brother why
eye through me
i have
secrets too
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