DREAMBOOKS

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There are so few new titles. Mornings were bitter bitter music without sounds bitter sounds without music then you brought the skylarks earrings. The truth is slanted like rain you were left floating on a boat the rain where so much is hidden. Light was carried off like finite numbers fresh glimmers of silent nouns remember there is no ‘u’ in that spelling Italics are useful vowels have no color how beautiful it was to hear them. Was Einstein still listening was the Volga intelligent as gold. In the end you chose the past tense chose chaos grammar and the bloodless murder of a stone. Looked at steadily from the road scissors flew by like cities astrologers flew by like scissors cities flew by like Rimbaud.

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