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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, May 23, 2005

Moths

by the light of rejection
ask questions later
when you’re it
suddenly as monster chases
revert to the Art of War
that welcomes two bodies
for the home position
in conflict with roots of speech
said it is about two hands
empty as the day they landed
on one anothers weight
it sound better before dictation
swears to the hissing machine
these little notes everywhere

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