Poetics

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in a field full of sparrows we – or I – do not see
or hear, I tell my friend the elaborate
details of a dream. the idea for a long poem.
submarina, carriages, propaganda,
cows giving birth to manifestos.
see: already I’ve both bored one person,
I’ll say nothing more.

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