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Fortean Poem (2)

May 29, 2009
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I preferred reading this as prose. I like how it looks this way too.

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Fri May 29 20:02:22 2009

In the sky in chicago, principles, remote, as if birds blood, or parts of, disregarding that they be, there are other things, mere suggestion of a merger.

I seemed to be a bird, iron, they fell in the sky, or that which will some day be displaced; that are conveniences.

Texts:
Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned

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