Tag: revista itaca
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notes on panic, and: in the dark i feel, and: small bird voice – revista itaca
Notes on panic Shall I regard the dark knowing it is past? Enmeshed in the ‘once was’ certain– scored, a stampede carrying thunder into my corridors, chambers, a knife– Revistant Pass! In the dark I feel, dark edges pressed-down ridged— tight-laced-seals Soul is unquiet – its speaking voice is the sea— Rain, rain falls on […]
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