March 31 2004 One-thousand one-hundred
fifty-three
numbers outrage poetics
spurt the net
desperate poison leaches oil
scale and feather
marking stone marking ether marking a good hand
rigour and rigour
narrative attentive
and next and next
threads count from rotting
cold storms in and flees
one room of fate's invention
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