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She was left there stranded.

They were crowding that stretch of land

so one could not see past them.

Mechanically she headed out

covered with just about any

exterior sensation.

Evanescent, like riled up black hounds,

in a minimal proportion,

the objects were stalking her.

 

 

 

back to issue one

 

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Poetic Beings by Nicomedes Suárez-Araúz

Abelardo Núñez de Arce's "Letter to Amnesia #2,046"
translated by Nicomedes Suárez-Araúz

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