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    radius of an unknown world
    forever encircled could: dream

     

    emphasis on the boring end, read
    how to begin the end of the thing –

    read for when a
                  mountain
                            was
                                      a world

     

    mica
    man barked
    time
    down and
    down

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    you’re a cascade, lightly
    undefined and undressed,
    mad
    now
    tangled of word

    i, noise-light
    might soften

    in sprawling
                          would i seem just an evening under the star of sky
    or could i ruminate from each side
    into modern

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    even
    after
    man found cathedrals, she here helps
    swimming
    an Olympian end

    you made a murmuring
                            art

     

    your limbs

    (drinking to Babylon when a fact)

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    you had the eternal hangover
    extreme as dust
    i found the perfume briefly

    found the entirety of fruit, out
    where
    shards of your
    walk go

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    mother—a play
                  her skin could loosen an
                              emerald

    think
    winter—
    she lights a cigarette ::::
                                      :::
                                        ::
                                          :

     

                                     mutters to herself,
                                            pink sky

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    last murmur

    of
    the
    foul,
    warm
                             hunger with a motive

      it was
    underrated as it trembled
    less of myself lead

                                          to the feel

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    from the shelf

    of the one who studies

    through the lemon belly

    a yearling
    hands her a lost word

    Caribbean moth
    in the blue cornflower under the canopy
    moves around like an earthquake

    unhappy man, how come the end of sound
                                          had color

     

    Hannah Kezema is an artist who works across mediums. She is the author of the chapbook three (Tea and Tattered Pages, 2017) and has published work in Full Stop, Spiral Orb, Emergency Index, Gesture, and other places. She was the 2018 Arteles Resident of the Enter Text program in Haukijärvi, Finland, where she worked on her manuscript, A Diviner’s Notebook, which investigates ancestral absences, divinatory praxis, and female occult figures. Along with Angel Dominguez, she co-founded the performance art collaborative DREAM TIGERS in 2014, which experiments with time, process, and hybrid modes.

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