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crease. we fling spring utter abandonment flits spent eyeward
went unheard, the spells, our shudder creases bleak days paring
watching as it turns to diffidence self-figures all selfishly
individuated amid the grid, arrests the pigs, stern so it: worth
waits on worthless, a spot of land arbitrary and blued
pent and spent suspicious, eyes the cross, hating hating blent
and spent, crèche shuddering, there between knee a sentencing
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psychopathetic given to the grease, grins sneering
hardens as sound thoughtful truce pieced from sine waving
each accident tapped digital warping feel, then my pen
failing fascisms darlings automata, emanate prediction as death
ditch sprawling fibrous mass delightful feeding receptors
exceptional: can this continue? can the sound enfold? can that extend
of pervasive shattering pleased each squeezed prize
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into our peels of doom song desperate and of use to no
one in no form broken, crashing, shambles, benched
barriers our desiccated fields, not ours, uncedes
then scaly flesh, pressing cicatrices in time debt to the physical
blooms medium accent for mediums, modulate in marrow
twice writ bound as that turns. sentience
it’s as pulse so it reads or rends as pleased
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Geoffrey Olsen is the author of five chapbooks, most recently Livid Remainders (above/ground press 2023). His first book Nerves Between Song will be published by Beautiful Days Press this spring. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.