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9.24.2004
High Hatted Pupa (Hammer-dazed_
hammer dazed
in circular energies
living trees hoist
the lagoon
in frog-tiered baskets
lifting up by whose
unclear motions
reconcile
voices of cloud
conjoined
strapped into each seat
some other frog
or ministers
sleep
befuddled
luminous
from their journey
back from Mu
where the high-hatted
minstrels of coin
shattered black idols
on a monstrous altar
of skin
and made declarations
whose contours
were illegible
by symbol
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where the high-hatted
minstrels of coin
shattered black idols
on a monstrous altar
of skin
- that skin is ours/yours
hks
really set me off.
most of the trip though
was recalling Patchen's classic
prose from the beginning
of Albion Moonlight,
"The evening slowly turns to black stone
and the hammer of God chips at the sky,
making stars.."
thanks, harry!
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