From 'Narrator Air'
Ujjal Nihil

This one's at the tail of speech. When he misses his breath he buries his knife. When he buries his knife he thinks he senses dying. A shrill pause of birds for alternate view. Your alternate view is a puppet show or a history of clouds. What comes after it is a pure line of gunned faces. Each one will help you loosen the stitches of your country. On your left the shrub says you have committed somewhere. Someone will sky his hands over the stiches and the rest will be a fence tethered by a breeze of wolves. Forever. Their teeth can be bought but where will you paint their eyes. Someone will see them and banish the universe.

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