Empire
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156 DANIEL POPPICK EMPIRE She’s clear as a hammer. I don’t want to be a chimney. She has a sphinx inside her television. I ate a battery And remain a cave of winter. She receives oxygen as advice. I don’t read the newspapers. She glows like a dictionary In a sea of wallets. I’m a pendulum. A pendulum. She’s stitched to an architecture that magnetizes Ice. I have a father who asks me of her. She has a clock that asks me of fathers. My plan of attack Hinges on volume. Hers activates our window glass. The sky runs like a nosebleed. We bind it in blue gauze. ...
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