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7.16
16.i.26
yeah, right
ekphrastic for H.J. Wedge’s 1996 ‘untitled’
peer up
wide eyes
we surf the plastic
green
outstare
death is the over
paletting
what world has such a
sky?
who’d blue?
there’s fire
there’s fear
few hairs
one has been
overtaken by mouth
another still
swallowing down
there’s no telling
how you get here
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