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Devil heads from up the Hudson River

the catharsis of currents

burying seeds

come up bloody

after decades of devil heads just resting there

waiting to be dislodged

from throats calling

nowhere is home little ones

the sandpipers and red wings 

in a ten thousand mile drive

that mimics

that is 



under foot


metals in the earth already too transformed into metals


words like air compression are written everywhere

if you cry

then you probably 

are out of currency

it is plasmic and it is old

tired even

but let's hope in horizontal transfer

the hymn of castrate demons self destructing hydrogens to never be built up as many times again

esxtinction like the word is everywhere

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