dawn y
ou t
ake it

fro
m w
ho y

ou were, wh
o won't ne
ed it

'faux man
o
ir

tout de suite é
vapor
é en

brumes
qui impos
a une born

e à l'in
fin
i'

o
r w

hen
horace

w
al

pole
wake

s you up f
or gas m

one
y

After a silence
The conjurer tells me
Which face is mine
I am proud of my chickens

our
me
la

n
chola
i d

if
furs
but t

hat
one
's ours

'-ret
urn
e a

noon, F
o
l

wing
awa
y th th

read' c
hauce
r run,

net
h over
a ko

ra o
ver

desc
end,ing
cup

c
anoni

c
al haig

io
graph

ic
mikh

a
il ki

l
led by

an
im

i
tator

chica
go
sun

time
s st

one c
ir
cle


(for 4/23; will be offline a couple days)

he
ll

o

ray o
ver


(for 4/22)

fly,ing
hear
t hat
drop

for
m an
d con

tent
ur
anal

ysis
fly,ing
cup

citizen
s un
it

ed e
no
ugh

a
bout
me

oxen, s
tone
eye
s carved

I don’t know how nature stands it
with a body at its center
without one

n
ox an
i
mae, grass

home
r thy m
olar

s the m
oral

major
it
y

ma
chine
s o

f sen
time
nt

flame of m
it
h

ra o
ver

dawn's m
irr
or

cuck
oo sing
s to ligh

t th
flame
tree

rayo
n vert

in t
he jule

s
ver

ne th
ey do

n't see
it but s

o
me

thing
else

wings o
f mount main
aka flee ind

ra o
ver

restless se
as, hanu
man sleeping

he
r su
n bo

at a
lex
and

er
ra o
ver

he
ar c
raft

hi
ll

o

f orest
es ta

les of
elect

ra o
ver

pale s
o

me

dew dr
ops

he
ll

o

i
an

s
pea

k l
ike

a nat
i

ve: "al
l op

ti
on

s are o
n th

e ta
ble

two s
lip

ped
on a

ban
an

a po
rt

sauce
r run,

net
h over

a void
place

fly,ing
cup

ass-
who

le-cul-d
e-sa

c-up
on-pl

astic
-fant

astic
-bag

mine
e

yes
ha

ve see
n th

e go
uging

w
hat

no on
e cho

kes on do
es

n'
t ex

is
t

en
nu

i
w

hen
ben

j
o

n
son

ha
s a

ll yr
8

tr
ax

En
gl

is
h