publish poem

content/posts/sokolovs-cindering-nerves-poem.md

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 title = 'Sokolovs Cindering Nerves Poem'
 date = 2024-07-09T22:32:33-04:00
-draft = true
-tags = ['']
+draft = false
+tags = ['poetry']
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+{{< poem >}}
 Last night She came and left col ‘n stole cardboard bones
 held consecrate with devastating lust for non-existence of the mind
 only a self-employed prisoner poet could know having been wryed against the sky
 	when he knew Why
 the house of hanged never seemed sane like digitally processed veins.
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+{{</ poem >}}