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Everyone is Noah (it's first daylight)

it's first daylight & the wrecked    possible is not yet a
foregone conclusion but you    already hear what's digging
for you with its long fetching    pole just like everybody

else you squeeze down a little    deeper inside your muddy
syntax hiding some meaning    here & there in soft dirt
while what's burrowing moves close    you toss the luxury of

moral consequence out with    collective catastrophe
like so much ground-up gravel    already the morning's gone
humid & asthmatic but    its little cough could be a

friendly reminder of what    happens when you mix ink &    smoke

Rusty Morrison

River Styx

Number 98 / 2017

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