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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Thursday, August 02, 2007


Ambulant’s dream:
the language of people.
Smooth round stones:
Ambulant’s stride.
The eyes, we know,
are magic.
A fire crackles
in chest:
The joints, the cheeks,
the top of the head:
Enough fire for
another year:
Ambulant’s beach.