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Habitat.

Boyer Rickel

He heard inside himself the scream of a horse.

Blown neurons, fragments of death.

And sleep, the fully furnished house we maintain that empties upon waking.

When I imagine you do not exist, I make and unmake you, all at once.

A brittle flycasing, trembling in the web.



Boyer Rickel

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