the needle is
threaded with
words, as the
beautiful
terror tornado
is the sound
of a
freight train,
the
capsule is
the first
thing we know
and words
form in the
infant mouth
like steel,
like rails
traveling
west,
east and
up from south to
meet the cool
intellect
of New York City,
a full
inoculation
against manner
and
habeas corpus
and
even
then the linguist
can
not capitalize-
words carve
deep
the furrow
meaning plants
mortal
man
full of death
and only an
artist can
reap its
bloom
before its
final
fruit is
shown.
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