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   Volume X, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..


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Poetry


Glass of Milk With Apparitions
Adam Strauss

 

My dare is interested in your dairy air. This is genius on my behalf. This is me in a fable gone out of circulation. This is blood as heart pumps and pumps and pumps. This is methane verging on angel. This is that bird we never knew flew through a window.

My is
Interested
In your
Air.

This is
A fable
Of circulation
We never knew.

Blood pumps
Methane through
A window.

Heart is
Verging
On angel flew.

That bird verging on methane angel is in a dairy. That bird is gone out of circulation. This is genius; this is never knew. On my behalf this dairy pumps. Blood is and blood is a fable. Your dare verging on heart is through gone and gone through methane.

 

 

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