10 December 2007

Quark

Clipped hairs ring on market ice. Porous sky hovers with mink and hedgehog locked. The clamour is simmering, mutinous, the tang of a knife. Finds purchase into sacred fog which does not touch the ground.

He carries a lentil until it drowns. He matches wit for carriage. He stomps the erasure, then plants the mark.
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