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I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes — a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.


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PROJECTION >> R-E-G-R-E-T-spelled the mallard looking onward through the day, flipperfins treading cloud
s - l - i - k - e - w - a - t - e - r -as he passed through the kingdom of seducing canyons. he realizes
the thrice-coiled snake around his mattress takes the cake of a radioactive bullfrog signing the false w
arrant that fires the singing mastadon. when we're gone, he thinks with the subtle faults of a tomato in
mind, there remains nothing but wheelbarrows and fuscia dust. when an ostensibly statesmanlike duck medi
tates the nearest surfacing brachiosaur returns home. so the neck of a leather skyscraper asks the stoic
sky what the near burned skin of an eggplant looks like in an egyptian wedding dress. when another cab d
river touches a napkin, you know a sad octopus will be - c - h - a - n - g - i - n - g - c - o - l - o -
r - s. but the sky says never the eggplant will figure out he's a ball carrying the purple leper. the br
ush asks her homeward lighthouse; is west toward the chess board, but only finds that the minivan is bro
ken. so the tendrils touch the phone and long for the sweet taste of a sticky doorknob, and the vulgar c
lam learns a steamy lesson from the lamp behind the couch. any pencil can stab bread but it takes a real
pair of scissors to cut a bugle. the mallard touches his foot on the avocado pit resting on the lazy roc
k and realizes- w - a - t - e - r -n - e - v - e - r - c - h - a - n - g - e - s - and with a sad tune t
he arguementive paycheck below the windowsil realizes his pin-up hydrogen dolphin is never home.  << END


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I wish that Raven would shut up


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