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Floating unanchored in a whir l p o o l . Suspended--- ascending, then not ag a i n . . . Riveting, echoing are these fantastic hy m n s : Condensed within, and confined to spor a dic embra c e - Drastic and impulsive behind a repulsive face - Automatically romantically magn e t i c , Frantic and addicted to at tach m e n t Is a heart of prosthet i c : Thumping, fueled by am bi tion - Subject to ig ni ti o n - of inevitable cir cum s t a n c e . -- Da1 L. Os borne

Stephen Robins 21-May-04/7:53 AM
This poem is a pool of rancid flange juice left on the seat of a sunshine bus by an elderly citizen.




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