Fall Comments
Fall
By Hamid Rayhan
There is a sunbaked silence. The bled plant in the open pace blows up its branches, sun combs in the suspended gondola, and stands like a poacher crayfish itself to the wall every long afternoon.
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the earth I've soiled with the wing of a hawk, now sitting, long- licking, with blueing slashes and lockjaw's sinns: here again the abyss, the bun goes up to the bugged clock: here is love like the rhythm of a Hutz sunk beyond its glow in the crib.../// wonderful imagery
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3/17/2026 2:10:37 PM # 1.0.0
It’s a very good it.