The ritual errata and recovery of existence shocks us still. Wars horrors concentrate the false scent in the cloth daisy mailed here, pie_eyed and plangent by my breakfast plate; 5 the wrong NJ air smells cool_soulled. Things smash: Vonnegut in a cooler when Dresden's shelled--- cold sweat flashed on his back, soaked. The uneaten egg must stare and water. Dry ash, dry ash, and the city flat as a pancake. Flagged, 10 alive and dragged back, he was glad enough to laugh.... The eye rolls and fixes its sights, a white and blue prayerbead thumbed by a blue God. I'm glad enough for that diaphanous freedom to just die & glide.... This chord of being's too dumbly thrubbed. 15 Saturated in cold sweat, and rife with rarity, I sing bird and beast, animal or man, trapped.
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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