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Monday, February 25, 2013

Aerial By Bin Ramke



Flakes of air words
distill along a wire,
from the shape of an aerial
my brother could read all kinds
of information forming.
.
It seemed a sort of spying.
It seemed to make a thing, matter.
.
every roof and radio
a writing writ by a god
in whose hand his breath was.

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