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Remainder’s Edge For Gene Tanta He’s sleeplessness pulled through a sieve, snake branch beliefs dangle from, overgrown with flourishing abjections. A glance wears down grass to gravel, lamb to less than sacrifice; night contours weather with its full vocabulary of line. Night and hunting made a pledge to stay the shape of monthlessness, waxing lunatic with blood and pride, part of light’s rhetoric decayed to prey. (Predictably stained verdigris, the wall of what he was where grass blades cut me green as clinging vines, climbed me verdant with impossibilities.) Wind fingered sky to azurite (blue-basic carbonate of copper, a semiprecious stone derived therefrom), weather wondered how much longer he would wait beneath the abalone shell iridescent against question’s kiss, awake to any irony. The ghost is ready but the meat is raw, so many salted handfuls tossed like rain across the shoulder. Downpours of place 15 Shepherd PG:Layout 1 12/20/06 5:27 PM Page 15 align the seen, the happiness worn away to damp sidewalks, spring-colored cures for love. He sleeps away each day all night, failed carnivore, blank axiom. 16 Shepherd PG:Layout 1 12/20/06 5:27 PM Page 16 ...

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