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How Each a Warning

from An Open 12 by Wetdryvac's Lair

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How Each A Warning

last warning was overlay, dry-eyed scratching, some house-memory where my grandmother’d been
curious white-walled rooms, battle continuing behind the gauge of steel sheeting, behind vent-work
one road between rooms, ducts between my sealed plaster and the popular out-of-doors
tippy-steps without carpet runner somewhere in memory, overhead lights from white dome to gray
gift-tapped memories these, structured well within berm, of a room’s serpent mound, of a hum
old people gone to wire, where wire brings to a room – that one could lift an old lamp, check circuit in
background Geiger hiss, no clicks, just hydrogen intent, androgen enmity, somewhere in here
find presence by changing conductance position, wrap right hand flutter sixty times per second
where the dead have been one simply lays in awareness, conduces perchance intrusion
looks stupid, waving an antique brass and wire, blind-sword sticking – everyone in?

last warning wasn’t clarity, snicking comfort of cold iron somewhere beyond horse-hair skim-coat
faces unsown, simply waiting, known never a hair nor tolerant brow, lamp-wire weft, waft tincture
peeling awareness back one dyed scratch at a time, plenty here, plenty – intruder and lyre in form
edges faded thus, that light cast becomes wristed position, brass hum revision of space it’s in
becomes monochrome source without color or flavor, intent by the measure – and measured intent
where knob and tube have been, ceramic fingers laced tight within, gaze upon walkers’ old tired eyes
balance is here, balance is here, disturbance towards edges – and then dreamer gains seeing
old ghost in the tenor, in casting long lightning, where gauges colloid between solder and steel
condition annealed in carbon and copper, circumspect copper – and stick with the pin, baling and all
foolish seeming at last, but breaking the trap in corrosion and glass – is everyone in?

last warning was parity, difference, and valence
clean vale have care – the worlds arranging

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from An Open 12, released February 28, 2011

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