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Poetry


a damaged word
Joseph Cooper

 

perceivable by the body annulled emotion opening dialogue to a burdened landscape.  As if it was essential sex perplex and console.  Force a thing for the first time against hazardous love poems.  I have always learned far more than intended.  I like to think of the perpetual shift of your unprinted literature.  Your name stripped before me.  The virtue of improvisation can make beginnings where a straight line dissolves.  I am tired of crying out to city or sea to a very slow exit.  Not all thinking depends upon the chair the floor the walls.  But that wonÕt prevent me from imposing secrecy on those whom we dominate.  Lowering ceilings closing in walls now say the words intended.

 

 

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