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art
by Michael Hutter ©
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he
went crazy
so
we shot him
pagan
valley summers
weren’t
working
no
one knew
his
math anymore
he
settled himself
buried
in ellipses
in
trances
beneath
eclipses
the
trees were weeping
deep
inside the barrel
bark
and needs
one
of many
separation
junctions
cemeteries
function
in
quiet sanctuaries for
peace
being
one
of those
shimmering
breaches
between
membranes
bone
and
sinew
EJR
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