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fragment #4578855

September 26, 2011

a pulse, a throb, carried on what semi-solid air?

a bucketful tipped down what psychic tube?

drenching waistdeep, blinding bloodsweat.

stormy stones, castle in the rain,

a wind, a shout, and flying…

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