i don't know where i have been going
but the two seem to be the same to me*
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- gathered up against her wings; our passages beneat...
- i asked an old woman where iselin was. she replied...
- throwing the satellite nonlines to hearsee what th...
- beyond the bridge that allows us; passing into an ...
- scape
- faint flicker of a horizontal language i do not speak
- beneath my morning breath
- headlights in an evening mist
- at night before i do not dream i sit for a while
- i am here too
- meet me on the corner of howard and broadway
- of what i have i begin beyond this moment
- he greets you by the gate
- a glance beneath the surface. grab a saw. let me g...
- only eat what is ripe. there is a reason for the a...
- it appears to me as a mood that oscillates in the ...
- here now here
- they are hibiscus tacos
- captured while passing
- al mar; vamos al mar; a las olas; a los pelicanos;...
- meet the girls
- motionless passaging inspired by ms. gillian windsor
- *for henry
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- we must go to the roof first
- by night
- liv ing ju st liv ing
- flow un known. where is the milk. i expected milk.
- i know a place where we can go
- lib erty gard ens th rough th e han ds of jon nel son
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