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30948	Brown, Paul Cameron	Coming to Grips with White Knuckles			.txt	text/plain	6679	565	80	of the mind like burning breaks tiny corners off the bedspread, declares green plants its bidding varying faces: poets as eyes in collapsed black holes, even the poetry with the real task at hand: making waste, laying trestles In the present, a day in the life of the poet is within reach of each of The age, like it spanned a thousand years, opened new epochs. Old Blue Eyes might make it here if he looked like Bogart in drag. Like them, Presley was by-passed by the theme of this decade. like my Bridge Over Troubled Waters. A mind is a ray of light running to the sea; Bright insects making a curry of the forest floor with leaves quinine, adjust the mind as a stirrup before a long, night ride. like an upturned rock for someone to trip on in another garden. devouring like that abundance of cold, yellow eyes-like stone gargoyles.	./cache/30948.txt	./txt/30948.txt