...incidentally, as part of our ongoing very painful but
unavoidable topic, there will be fireworks like starlings,
larger than life, bound with little miracles.
...when this conflict first broke out, her silhouette crashed
against the concrete, black ink on white paper never coming
back, the silent sound, now a train ticket to oblivion.
...across faces, five tongues of ebony fire, (think of the
Kabbala) transcending the eye line, setting the forehead
...what has happened to the men? They celebrate
themselves, afraid to hide their limitations and there is no
hiding place anyway.
...computers never think of her. There is no war it is
just an explosive conversation. Words wax wild with hot
...simple words in metal clips prolong the delay, the magic
of forces on the ground. That is all that we can
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