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The Death of Cool Hand Luke

incarnated in the circumstance
among the living carcasses of being
already dead and dying
despaired of changing what is found
arising and saying “No”
a novelty that twists in time
only half digested in the craw
of whispers
remembered in the darkest corners
where space reserves exceptions
to impacted dreams
...a word so beautiful



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