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Letter #4, from the Poetry Repository. Text below:

i saw them

      dusk y  crown in

wait - undifferentiable omnicolor

          s   talking 

the whole and complete cycle

purpose has a shape i wanted to swim to its center

if that is

    "PUT THAT DOWN DON'T YOU EAT

what grows inside?

     rancid
     kernel

off-kilter in the cascades alarm

               sound the -

hypersensitive upon possible escape

identity divisible by itself so you would EXPECT

a     hardshell heart eroding

n fanned - resonant many-l egged outward in a radiant formation that it could not be digested

    spell disproportionality

target

      "no take backsies"

if this is the egg of an idea

                 locked

bruxism as a defensive object

   that which we must not open

they are looking at you

donia calls it an abstraction

                   accident

the part of you that plays is the part is the part of you that

       is the egg of an idea

grows outward in an earthly face