Poem for Maxwell Bodenheim by Olly Bryan
thru language a revelation of what cannot be revealed in a multitude of selves vying for oneself purpose unseen unheard…
thru language a revelation of what cannot be revealed in a multitude of selves vying for oneself purpose unseen unheard…
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