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words to say and or listing or there is no mal intent. Another
sort of mahogany, he keeps it vertical as in encased in a glass
tube felling the layers up and then down, working with his hands
on the side of it. To say it is invisible. To say it follows a
pattern of duty and redbud trees in the distance. There is no mal
intent only the zero of. And the layers up and then down become
confusing as the man in the moon, a sorrow like the satellite dish
and some words the texture of violets. And so to say to veer off
in a delicate corner where the light is kind and I can replay and
re-say as he moves up and down and for a moment pauses, arm muscles
quivering in glossy air
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