Newspoem
29 September 2002
Joe Futrelle
Joe Futrelle

September Song

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Extraction day. No hope mitigates this
painful awakeness as if skinned raw naked.
Try to sleep,
I am running North from
Texas

& Washington

coordinates unknown b/c the
measurement can wait.

Will you? No real time counts against
then, when the

means will wink into existence, like the unimaginability of birth. N

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