With its inventive play of ambiguity and grammatical shifts, this uneasy piece seems all too apt for our changing times
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You have lost it was my fault but there’s more
I live close to the tramlines the phrases heat up.
Too late in the journey a torch endues me with
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Published on June 27, 2016 03:02