please send more yellow birds;

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à la mer;

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à la mer,

on a l'écume aux lèvres
et le sel au creux des yeux.

parachute drop;

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if you cannot see it,
it is not because you are blind,
but because you are right.

switching hungers;

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pinching red the thinest skin on my wrist
is the only way to be chiefly aware
of the line between the is and is not.

petits goûts;

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i blew a hint, a feather passed;
like months, it was stitched.

now, now i look very deep inside the well. i wonder about the many seeds i have thrown to perdition. inside - in daturas, in mentzelias, in ipomoeas - the blooming of my will. they are arcane motes; specks in the dusk, with hearts in the heart of all hearts.

i kept, and i will keep seeing you,
long after the eyelids fall.

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pure, but not from concentrated.

light in & light out. an unrelenting strobe, or a scope. toes & the tons they carry. i could be one with the earth, but i am 12 floors above the ground. les voix qui s'élèvent ne sont pas les miennes; elles sont méconnues et pourtant s'harmonisent à la lumière. i am in the midst of it. all the years ago & all the years to come. no noise for this quiet, no quiet for this noise. in my cochlear pool i swim, i travel distances.

for you, to rest.

my chin against my knees.

interpretations;

the breathing forest



death of a sailor



the great escapist



stranger than the sea

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posters/postcards i made for thisquietarmy,
to be sold on his upcoming european tour.

angina pectoris;

one red apple - my heart.



& despite the weight on my chest
my heart still beats with the most distant stars.

(nazim hikmet)

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