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February 4, 2012
Into the pool and onto the warm freeze of the eye, I grab for the waves, centered unto fractal extensions I make for the blessing way that tells our Hopi legend scrawling cross bloodied minds of those who fear to score the bread of fear, sharing how means of nutrition has dislocated the need from mere wanting to the source hunger, how I bleed with stretching fingers toward my screaming silence, preaching how not to preach, declaiming the right of not having, not to be disreputable on the clown face, but to exhume the matters I feel resonate most pungently...