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something's got to give

progression is fairly tricky.
it stings and sings and
hums along the edges
of every nerve set afire
by brilliance and intricacy --
complication's an art form of late;
a gallery of misapprehended
murdered moments,
screaming for a release,
to cease.

12 Feb 07

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