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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Mother if Another

for kari

o blast furnace, o taxonomy, o pharmacy
you reborn world flood mythology
added on yellow paper to collage nouns
that sentences admit being afraid of
once divided labor this aboriginal dance
utopias expelled by awkward robots
is careful articles in colonial sculpted city
it was your past in my present that made
today in unfair years go by unpainted
righteous regulations in ritual of podcasts
me the electronic mother of true temper
for a lullaby without just more traffic
what that word was left only artifact
memory teat tonight i breathe with you


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