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the uncut thought is a substitute, a counterfeit.

it strikes under duress to outwit and beguile understanding.


it rehearses its nonbeginning to complete its own decay

amid doubt.


its find is brittle,

proving its neural mold.


how will the spree sway?

through a contrary source—


it impedes the block, overthrows

alongside its frame. it knows the wrong signature

of a mockingbird. it is a trembling blot


infected with significance. the highlights

dally in the infinite, and our need


begins our supplement. here


is not here. it has resolutely gone

into an other.

from “ the arterials”