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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Invisible Machine

for B

this is the hush of spanish mimes
protests in form of questions
this helmet spares the inventor
could be a war relic
facial tic of ill fit memory
placed by conquistadors before prey
time was the element of fiction
that circled this dream of population
control that dissolved in the poem
this is an illusionist’s diagram
that offers the real candy
importance of zen searches
this is the magic feather
it is enlightened by proximity


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