"Times: a New Roman"
2007.
without you i would be
quick sand
waiting under the hot sun
to dry or
attack - an offense - in this part -
species-specific
nostalgia is writ
along my hands - the border—
draft on page — light vaporizes - it used to be that we could get by on papyrus -
but i did not see this coming - and syntax is not on the page -
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