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rode forth romantic gliss in starry night¹s abacus slender slide-rule and curved space commander would the moon appear in your sky burnt swoon of some universe in the forgotten evolution of impersonation your attempt to chide starlight and rise from the ash of celestial beginnings heavens with none of the orbs of reflection seeds and white buds of constellation intention to orbit miraculous horoscopic nodes in the waning daze and wayward dames of infatuation a creation nightmare your temporary love of temporal nebula never-ending slave to the ventriloquist¹s trick conversing with a planet¹s interpretation of satellite surrender the celestial horses born in a twilight and mistaken lovely innumerable counter-balance stationed in space and chastened to race satisfaction an idea of longing at length and given strength reincarnation gravitational sensation in the sensory overseek plying circumferences of angularity astrologic spinet steely-eyed figure-head triangulating points rectangleable shift-shaping lycanthropic tropic curdling the relocation and demonstration of tides on the beach of inarticulation and phasing feminization an island lost in your yonic phonic and friction speculating diction and the return of an ethereal tapestry voices at work in the hollow rock that form interplanetary plant and organic rant feeding your universal feel your real wish |
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bob maracacci
is a San Francisco Bay Area native presently living and writing in
Beijing, China. Recent work has appeared or will soon appear in Andwerve, H_NGM_N, Issues, MiPoesias, Moria, and Otoliths. He also curates the International Literary Open Mic every Wednesday evening at The Bookworm in Beijing. |
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