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Elements
Modes
Cusps
Polarities
The clouds
Look like
High fashion
It’s all one cryptic work
Don’t you know
I’m the wind
When old ideas occur
I’m rich
When it’s midnight
& I don’t count
This morning
The morning
Is
Sun-choked
& babbling
Hey daylight!
Strike through
The occult font
Of my heart
With some
Obscene
Correction

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from Hair of the Dog–published by Press Brake

Out of print….

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By Jon Ruseski 👍