Drafted

from letting bleed

Drafted Indefinable bubbling down- ward              landing image by scene upon me         musing I play with my pen No limits as         nothing of this         is responsible to me         or I it.         or I it. handwriting betrays mimicry muses in my ears control laid altar-top         around         back         and ever to the right and down         outside of me

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drafted from letting bleed, chapter one of the master's thesis, for want of an epitaph, by wendy blake
© University of Maine 2000