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Nearly 80% of the Denizens of the Deep Can Produce Their Own Light But Up Here We Make Our Own Darkness

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It Would Be Tragic to Fit into the Space Created By Our Not Having Arrived Yet, to Utter the Speech That Belongs There, for Progress Occurs Through Re-Inventing...

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The Grass Is Still Hungry Above You, Fed By Your Death

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sleep at this closed hour many enemies

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a line of faces borders the strangler's work

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When They Shout It Is Usually Addressed to the Dead Body Who Owned This Body Before Us

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I Sense a Heaviness in Your Light Play, a Wish to Stand Out, Admired, From the Throng

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The History of Revolutions Is a History of the Orthodox Weeping Over Their Faltering Orthodoxies:

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No, It’s True, No One Should Be Writing Poetry in Times Like These, Dear Reader, I Don’t Have to Tell You of All People Why

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quarrelsomely carving away under the table at the dead meat

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I built, of blocks, a town three hundred thousand strong, whose avenues were paved with a wine-colored rug and decorated by large leaves outlined inappropriatel...

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It Hurts, This Wanting to Give a Dimension to Life When Life Is Precisely That Dimension, or: Born Ninety-Eight Years Ago Yesterday

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It’s Like Being Left Out in the Rain, and Coming to Understand That You Were Always This Way: Modern, Wet, Abandoned, Though with That Special Intuition That Ma...

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There Were No More Dreamers Just Sleepers in Heavy Attitudes

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Who Would Be Released From a Silver Skeleton?

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When I Was Driving Once I Saw This Painted on a Bridge: "I Don't Want the World I Just Want Your Half"

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Give Me a Name; I've Never Heard My Voice or Seen My Face

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