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Charles Wright

The formalist implications of the afterlife Seem to reveal, so far,                                   one star and a black voyage To discover our names, Our real names, imperishably inscribed in the registry of light, From which all letters befall. And that suits me for the time being, Afternoon’s alphabet beginning to firm up in the field, Such… Continue reading Charles Wright

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