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a g a z i n e I s s u e 1 7 , V o l u m e 3
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The beginning
says Rabies the end says Rage
these words are
related like Yewtree and If
across the separations
we endow with water
this is a staircase
leading to the static
I listened to
all night from Cinicinatti
thinking it godly
on the warm brown radio
when a high
mass from Boston answered the night
reasoning It is
Christmas the life around us
congests with literal-mindedness
and all these
people we see hurrying in the street
rain or no rain
are in fact sinister translators
searching for
some primal certainty
they can market
as an Equivalent ohime there are no
equals signs built
into this svelte cosmos
no room for indentities
in this joyous vast.