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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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DECLAN TAN everyman everything became an everyman's art, all the things that cost a man his life before the mass produced possibilities, where craft was the moving of bone not just for the food of souls but filler for all the becomings. now pens and writers roll off their loosened belts, fat spreading and cameras assembled under sweat, for the dilettante army rising, clawing copycats paw over paw, eyes and aim on status and belief and custom. all tools and all toys all available for all dabblers, where lifetime achievements are pass-times hobbies for the bleeding, so buried are the hopes and dreams of millions (the passing fancies of created desires) now they are ALL fulfilled now they are all due heroes of circumstance and victims of will that build on tradition with clever twists and sneering word trickery, never looking out seeing it all burn through the panes |
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