Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After the Stormy Dark
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingd�

They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
"Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning."
Logos, but for letters.

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There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlev�
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope.

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Not theory today, please.
Maybe that movie about Merritt typewriters feeling obsolete.
I'll walk myself out, batch of bread and milk bagged.

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"This is piction is eo ipso is an illustrated text."
Why not more bay stories or rare ones at the lounge?
Because this is foreign, dialogue.

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