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I envision Death as a passerby. I see him old and pendulous. Every morning he wakes early before the light and cracks his bones. The sounds reverberate against the darkness consuming his ears long cauliflowered. I see a hunched back, weighed down by years of work, and tired eyes that no comatose state can repair. When the light enters through the ( Read more... )

Muttering, like buzzing, like electricity ( Read more... )

a cacophonous, round-about kind of poet ( Read more... )

today (i think) i will take a drive ( Read more... )

blurred periphery- he mangles a sentence ( Read more... )

with a mathematical formula ( Read more... )

the fireworks blasted over the prison-and ( Read more... )

don't be a stranger ( Read more... )

she is a beacon of light ( Read more... )