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Of the wax loopholes of this night. And nothing relaxes my nerves which sing like cornsilk. Am a bell pepper, I am a quince,. I am the gold leaves. Blackening and beginning to ache and a rainbow. Silently appears in the night sky. The bone hours until I am black. All I know is this redeeming voice.

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Email to the buffalo. Were all going to die, all of us, what a circus! Big Buddha on CD Baby. Gene Berson Poems on Abalone Moon. Larry Miller Photography on flickr. Sonic Sculptures on MySpace. Steven Schutzman - Fiction Writer, Playwright, Poet. The 1931-1932 Diary of Anais Nin. Let the chips fall. I dont know anything except what I am trying to do. Roethke. BLUE FACE by Henry Miller. View my complete profile. Wednesday, October 2, 2013. Were all going to die, all of us, what a circus! Because we are.

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JEWEL TRANCE

Of the wax loopholes of this night. And nothing relaxes my nerves which sing like cornsilk. Am a bell pepper, I am a quince,. I am the gold leaves. Blackening and beginning to ache and a rainbow. Silently appears in the night sky. The bone hours until I am black. All I know is this redeeming voice.