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19 September 2011

Wolves & Fog

I miss wolves of various stripes
tufts / & paws / & thru the woods /
here the trumpets of brass become
springs of combative neuroses
the campbell's camp bell ringing,
incessantly, *you know* [] [] []
door pipes in their brawned out
horn rims... blowing like visions
stolen between the night's rain &
the dawn's grave brave morn fog.

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