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title = "Sokolov's Cindering Nerves Poem"
date = 2024-07-09T22:32:33-04:00
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.

{{</ poem >}}