Sunday, February 12, 2017

Only God Knows Comments

Rating: 4.5

There was no respite
from the repeated assaults.

When did I ask you to move
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Satish Verma
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Lantz Pierre 13 February 2017

A perfection of pages where the planes had crashed. Flat spaces populated by fragmented days sought out the wind, raised up their hands grasping, wailing in despair unheard behind the panes of glass four hours thick. For hours, and minutes the clocks ticked. And pollen floated in the air.

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