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stooping on the blank page looking for a silencer
and a stopgap
miniature flowers on the margins smitten with yellow
they've grown on the weeds

the tattoos are still all over us
but snow carving light
a strange heat of laminar and lofty incense smoke
the lanky shades of crimes cornerstone
pouring out of song
these writings are under seizure now

in the day's shipbuilding works
i watched their labor
walking across white snow in black
contrasts in the holograph tell us about unknown birds
and words
that stand at two ends of the tunnel
and receive the same vehicle

________leaks are detected only in memory's net
________the icing has saved fish under the lake

-Aryanil Mukherjee


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