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"The wind, which had breezed up a little during the night, was now extremely light and baffling, which the more increased the apparent uncertainty of her movements."

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Apoem

A flaccid supposition -
no instructions were given.
There is no bough that cannot hold
the whole of nuclear fission.

A hunch, she had, a vision
of the suit man's truculent mission.
That supple bough is bending
into oblivion.
Posted by Tom Doggett at 7:28 PM

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