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Transverseal Lessen

from An Open 12 by Wetdryvac's Lair

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Transverseal Lessen

it’s a balancing penny, copper under the tongue
how these transactions come, that the shotgun isn’t intended thus
sprint and disconnect, drawn incorrect by the kick, burned hand left butterflied
three inches from the end of the steel, reverse shot cross-blocked
butt-stroke pass from block, bleeding right flutter on trigger
survival at one hundred twenty-one pounds is doing it wrong
fugue-dream closer, lead cast knobs tick-ticking behind the roar

when heart clears 200, I see

flick of the target slot, one of many, and next, and next and –
the child I was dreams in the head of I am
secure-tape somewhere catching the wind
that I might see again

this dream, where down is aliens reflecting from walls
run up, rotate, kick, dark with everyone-in
seared skin only memory

this dream, the adversary’s joints – a him – ignore shoe-worn conditions
disarm to print, infighting – I’m taken when toe-pulls-trigger
long gun’s transverse shot enters top of head
disassociates, redirects through neck, breaks collar bone on exit
frustrated dead, this missed thing – reminding hard of shiny palm
reflecting plastic-cracked

clear run, set down gun, stand ready

dead a thousand’s times, still steady-faced
doubt the only distance

and behind the penny’s taste, every hand in which it’s been
ever-loved face’s grin, every enemy they let within
closer to keep, terrarium overlay of glass and velum, one within one within one
self-keep in life again, stickler and trade, flicker and fade
transact upon fleeting interim, begun in –

this dream where heart clears 200, I see

sticks of the tactical plot, strategic memory lot
that dead again is still becoming, grin and reverse the target slot
click wound closed or leave it open, confusion’s absolving drift
thick, and thicker still the rift between here and penny’s refraction
sifted, closely shifted – heart clear, I see

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from An Open 12, released February 28, 2011

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Wetdryvac is a consulting device, a musician, and a free will procedural ethicist. This makes for some seriously odd material from time to time, much of which is worked with here as Wetdryvac's Lair.

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