Job

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02.21.2011 Job

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine [...]

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pre and post

03.29.2009 Job

berating the edges of uncertainty dirt ends of days flame each day clouds possessive thee dark pre dark post every oneday comes for night & on each object day star shining on

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stereological instructure

03.29.2009 Job
25 of 12 in Job

25 of 12 in JobI hair their rushing worn cold many threads forth borrowing dominoes & chunks ice against the lord diadem in hairs of light a-perishing ever without any regarding it stereological instructure

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03.29.2009 Job
23 of 12 in Job

23 of 12 in Jobquiet night is working cold turkey working little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body is mana / am quite a piece a me my body conducts / wand- erous body am invariably masculine tissues waving aleatory ambigue my body strip of paper is see below is wait station dis is working [...]

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hairs, chains, days

03.29.2009 Job
13 of 12 in Job

13 of 12 in Jobshut- tling btw the grass- y loom, the sky- black loom, hems pulled an all-night no-ends line up single file turnover, turnover

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(4:10)

03.29.2009 Job
20 of 12 in Job

20 of 12 in JobThe roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (4:10)

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Like Moths

03.29.2009 Job
24 of 12 in Job

24 of 12 in Job& Let um light (pointing) & Let the shadow belly of weather conflate there /many oaths long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty halved to stair up his banister will The empire of arrangements Fill hymn The livings things put their shelves together Like moths Didn’t stint Any house [...]

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He Earth swallowallowed

03.29.2009 Job
16 of 12 in Job

16 of 12 in JobWould Earth have him would shelves to put him Root roots to chains of days that would Would make him Leaves, chimes – ching change for a he beetles in a bag for, Lord he flicks for, rents his sinews route Is there any taste in the white of an egg? [...]

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And

03.29.2009 Job
7 of 12 in Job

7 of 12 in Jobrow row God said My Job

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job wigs

03.29.2009 Job
6 of 12 in Job

6 of 12 in Jobjob drops toad clump kings him self w/snakes & ants reek & lizards shit in his beard hear ye my pleas / sings he ths whole whorl about well springs.     Previous draft published in Dusie 8 in October of 2009.

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