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Excerpt from [But isn't midnight intermittent] But isn't midnight intermittentOr was that just a whispered nine A snap of blown light low against the flank of a cow A likeness of something numberless that only I not knowing the sound might know It may have been howled by a circling dog being chastised — threatened — by multiples of itself in pursuit of the consolation of knowing that everything is real Lyn Hejinian at Academy of American Poets Lyn Hejenian at Electronic Poetry Center Lyn Hejenian at PennSound (audio)
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