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a poem acquainted with all the usual arguments


A continuous blank wall, broken here and there by a colorful door,

twists free from one’s sense that enclosure is everywhere the default form

the loose urban fabric of the modern would hang itself upon, as though it

were a word uttered and then entered into, a game of riddles whose origin


one might refute with the most difficult of questions: does anyone know one?










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