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March 2, 2006    File under: Tapeworm

something at the corners of the room, a syllable fluttering
like a bird again bright walls, the echo of itself returning
into itself and caught there building and building until

the shadows of wings beat from the walls, rising into
the sound and then there are two birds there hovering
round one another in the gloaming light: something:

Posted by Jake Adam York at March 2, 2006 4:13 PM