Sharpen your weapon, swing two hands

August 4, 2014

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harpen your weapon,

swing two hands | grip san

shield, take muzzled stone

men’s blows, pause to defrag |

I’m warned be wary of charmer

THE PARDONER is here to

sell her “temp auto counter”,

miracles proffered by an AI |

worldwide boys ring the Parish

Bell too, ground through,

running down cornrow | wall

walks. Radial garden lights

say “go forward!” to a cheery

soft hollow. | She meditates a

boreal glow, diegetic invisible

crickets, | churning water like

buttermilk. Above is something

tonic | green, a helical fly

propelled by dial croons an

operatic swansong | a new brute

on the outskirts lobs his blade

surprised, she breaks like terra

cotta. | it’s not wise to equip

during battle but murder is like

shopping, a kind of satori.