testerminal voltage (capacitance)

Dec 30, 2002 00:11





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opalescent
falling monolith field
hydrogen prism with
a steady pulse to the programmed world
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"he once thought what he did
didn't matter at all"

pointed straight back
his black fingers stream like rays
rising walking
frowning
at the street,
at the glass lay cracked
beneath his feet,

what
smooth end part of the
narrow perpendicular elbow
slightly disjointed arm stub from the dark sun,
on the ground looking down,

what
spread emaciated legs
his prostitute shadow
exposed naked helpless
on the tracing table,

like the wage slave
unable to find will to slide along,

like the outstretched roots
of a thirsty flowered plant,
with unsympathetic opened pair
of black scissors beneath the heads,

like the stabbing of young petite eyes
open wide with surprise,

like the
jaw tight
fight
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