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There were red specks flying

There were red specks flying all over the table and floor— She was scratching off a lottery ticket when I walked in; …

No bulwark here but

No bulwark here but barren land— filtered arctic beats the aseptic cowl—

Does the soul linger

Does the soul linger after the last heart beat? Does it uncover the lines and cords strewn on the body—


Telomere— the end is here— Cold leaf on a windshield— wiped— conducts the end of songs—