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From O-Jeremiah Agbaakin:

May 25, 2019

last night, i was an omniscient again.
the evening sky was orange like crushed carrot.
i didn’t die though my body fell off
a bridge, limping away like a serpent bruised
by the son’s gunpowder. in the dream
i carried all my dead inside the wide casket
of my wail and to leave the city now
is to find a crack in the world: which is why
i’m stuck in this poem.

The Book of Revelation with a Rare Audio Recording of Abel’s Monologue

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