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CLASS LESS ROOM ONLY VOICE
(do you remember this whether man or text?)

CROSSHATCHING COLOURLESS MIST
RUBBER WHEELS SPRAY jerked your kiss almost
FILL SPACE the funny thing sun jabbed
A SQUARE such small hands and
CALENDER not even the rain has
DAY of thing valley of strange rocks
WHITE MIXED faces of one long dead
BLACK AND SHRILL space harbor birds morphine
ACROSS SPACE in three part
    left there
HOURS UPON SAND DROPS people saying the same thing
USELESS BABBLE SPRAY you over worked imagery like rain
COLOURLESS MIST being an essay on rain she said
i love CROSSHATCHING IDEAS reader control
keep poetry from LOSING GEOMETRIC FORM
for you how the sound is controlling the CLOSE-IN
in ways meanings become meanings
—meanings towards work is sounding possibilities
of sound under heavens clouds

DO WHAT YOU DO WEATHER MAN
    WHETHERMAN

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