david jewell poet

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now inside the thunder whispers of another room.

disjointed arabesque of mountainous fortitudes.

wallover sychophants like Houdini penumbra.

whichever way upside-down space is everywhere.

fire burns always since time began counting.

everyone loves a disguise when running from the law but

no one can run from the silver lined epiphany of our deliverance.

dj

10-11-15

(senseless maybe? i had to look up

half the words after I’d written them to

see what they meant, or fit, or get a clue

to what I was talking about, but, I’m not

sure I did… but I’m not sure I didn’t either).

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