#framephonic

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thoughts stolen from a dead man's hand photographed diaries dissected

an ancient impulse now forgotten that voyeur spirit

perspectives enshrined in gold in retrospect robbing the grave

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hunting mushrooms

dreams of morning dew ambrosia, the mist pouring from fern like leaves chantrelles, orange tasty beings swim in the grey feeding a memory of soft light caressing brown curly locks leading me to what I could not see showing the source of what I smelled

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dreams drenched in blood

not another step

we end it here

or not at all.

lord knows how many times we tried before

getto warszawskie calls us to arms.

Masakr u Srebrenici calls us to arms.

zbrodnia katyńska calls us to arms.

Rwandan genocide calls us to arms.

Accept who we are as a country.

Hypocrites hiding behind a rusted wall

no protection aside from the political

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Gallows

gallows erected Gallows laughter Smirks shared The last act No one left enough paint in the cave To express the harbored  emotions shipped off By tiny zines, bound in menstrual blood And articles of leftover semen She was the first to awake And give her life blood to adam Again build the gallows

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Bourgeoisie Mentality (Now)

grey aged eyes forged upon this ground serve me a beer I trespass

flee, the fascists are at the door we board flights, arrange marriages they endure

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Bayou St John

the busy work hobbies the ways of passing time when alone fade to smoke at times the memories of old loves times with new friends can turn to ash in a moment the truth clears mirages one can only walk alone but the bayou ripples the leaves of the ancient oaks they are here. the pocket vibrates a true friend remembered sits down beside

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forgotten gaping maw tastes meat again eyes glued to the next meal the food swallowed without taste

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Shutter

eighteen minutes of six years mountain made in a few minutes

self contained sphere of all captured representations these bits and bytes

I cared more then for the now save the ever ending moments for this posterity

were the diamonds always there or only created after the pressure will I open the shutter again