B. Sven Telander

Slender messenger ringed with song
telling beguiling lies to a fraudulent
audience, malingering harbinger,
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A cold volcano holds muse to bludgeon with a touch,
magma of sorrow quickens to lava tears streaming
toward ancient silver city with icons in the clutch,
for any willing victims who waken to the dreaming:
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Rhapsodic practitioners of
esoteric optics, ringmasters
of the retinal circus-

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In the carcass of the circus
there lay an unburned page
appointing and anointing
another mage upon a stage.
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Butterflies tap
against the glass
of greater vision.
Staring at the disguise
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Sweeping up feathers
and broken stained glass
on an infinite Sunday,
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In that vast library of
escheristic mobia,
shelves ran twisting

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Shunted through a maelstrom-
in thrall to the oblique resonance
of doctored dreams, fraudulent
desires, forecasting regrets; smiling
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A density of
mothering confetti,
flesh windows on
a skin walled
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Unholy rollers,
mighty virus of
the night parade

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Reverent sentience in
black askings of
a severed venture,
luminous tumors,
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Hours of glue and decals,
with eyes on instructions,
and fingers twisting molded
plastic from flimsy gray
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Trapped in the casual
massacre of a deep rest,

cold footprints in the snow follow
her wherever she goes
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Jaws of progress
clamp shut on
windows of detritus
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Near a sculpture of a
female Jesus crucified,

scalpels open a
new portal-
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Twilight came like limousines
carrying people into shifting scenes
from the daylight theater
to the nighttime stage
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Raw dogs roam in
rattlesnake heaven;

each new discovery
breeds a new threat.
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Vertex of resolution via
future acoustics and persuasive

magnetics, siphoning the impossible
threshold of imagination's contagion;
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The hammer
of happiness

is pounding
nails of joy
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