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using the Black Sea as a mirror when everyone knows the Black Sea is a terrible mirror, like God is a terrible simile for me but like God with his mirror, I use...

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There Is Every Reason to Rejoice With Those Self-styled Prophets of Commercial disaster, Those Harbingers of Gloom Over the Imminent Lateness of the Denouement That, Advancing Slowly, Never Arrives

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*You* Hide, They Seek, or: Born Eighty-Nine Years Ago Today

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Phosphor Alert Badges Reinforce the Eye of Last-Touch Gladness

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To Speak Freely, I Could Never Land On Anything Worth Talking About But From the Moment They Shut Me Up, I’ve Been Full of Things To Say

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Purposeless Matter Hovers in the Dark

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And Across Two Thin-As-Breath Lines: a Cocktail Shaker About the Same Size As a Body in the Foreground Gleams Quietly for $950 in Stenciled Silver Reflecting Nothing in Its Lucent Surface

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I Am the Least Difficult of Men. All I Want Is Boundless Love, or: Born 100 Years Ago Today

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The Censor Uses the Black Crayon to Eradicate Sex

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Thirty-Three

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The Eyesight, Seen As Inner, Registers Over the Impact of Itself Receiving Phenomena, and In So Doing Draws an Outline, or a Blueprint, of What Was Just There: Dead on the Line

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what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

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As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland; disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance, by pulling off flesh from the living planet; as if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration

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The Walls of Jeff’s Villa Resonate With the Intermittent, Migraine-Like Drone of Motorized Gondolas and the Distant Murmur of Cats

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To the Fountain of Perpetual Mirth, Let It Roll for All It's Worth, or: Born Eighty-Three Years Ago Today

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The Braincase Was Loose and the Rest Saw Pie Melting

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Private Rites of Magic Send the Temple Prostitutes to Sleep; All the Literati Keep an Imaginary Friend

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Those Dutiful Dogtrots Down Airport Corridors

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Kings & Criminals Who Are Extinct, Who Disdain This World, & Who Rot, Corrupt & Shallow, as Fields I Disced

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