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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Time is oblivion and remembrance. -J. L. Borges- . . . the present tense, the only time we’ve really got. -Richard Lawton- i. In from blue-cold apple-ripe-moon, cup the chill from your hands, turn lock &#38; key to any lover’s door, what you want waiting. ii. Some few woke, others so-so, most lavender &#38; lilac&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Before midsummer stokes up, smolders, heat-smog rising, buffering &#38; blurring the Organs, each stirs under rock, in-and-out of holes, rattler, pocket mouse, high-hipped jackrabbit on stock-still alert at Bigfoot’s sweet tater toss, clichéd jetblack ravens strutting on stickpins, beyond grief, remorse, prowl pickings for leftovers, take-aways, plucking out earth-warm entrails as daybreak airs fairground, mesa&#8230;</p>
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