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sweet diminutive names
in the flash of a camera i see your face
your
face
and
your face
vapor light of your eyes gaping centuries
behind beyond inside you
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death drinks from a glass
fired from sand and ash
strains through a skull
all the useless words of a lifetime
holy holy holy
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there are more dead than can be counted on
sweet diminutive names
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there is a completely big space before we are
and there is a completely big space after we are
in between there's a small space where we are
the main sense of what we can do is a mathematical tiny moment
kestutis antanelis says then we escape
separating air
the voice lets go a word
whose first curt syllable
closing its breath
resonates
a
split
moment of air
visceral beyond
nothing like thought bereft of lost thought
disintegrates into particles of
trailing
off into
the music it takes to rise out of silence
for john ivankobits
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