Corinne Duchesne

I had a dream of you:

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I had a dream of you:
said, find me
Underground.
I found this way in:

& lost lights echo against lost stars. See?

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& lost lights echo against lost stars. See?
my jaw snapped shut but we gnaw on

shunt, a shiver, then still: here

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shunt, a shiver, then still: here
I think I hear your voice. "Come closer."

a crack where granite gives. bend low and creep

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a crack where granite gives. bend low and creep
where stars don't go. a tunnel like a heart's

winter comes forever, gather fire

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winter comes forever, gather fire
& future roses. Our tiny core trembles.
Inside my deep heat, tunnels pulse

Future grows here in tuber fingers, flung

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Future grows here in tuber fingers, flung
Loss along diamond nerves and topaz

more root. forerunner, you go under,

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more root. forerunner, you go under,
warmer, closer, older, more gone wonder.

Above are stars. Can you touch me here?

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Above are stars. Can you touch me here?
Drives for water or air. from under, dear

Dear stored-up day. Roots of light

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Dear stored-up day. Roots of light

Furling echo reach-me watery hidden

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Furling echo reach-me watery hidden
And thus it was all lost again. When

I want to breathe not air but loam and me.

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I want to breathe not air but loam and me.
brother to murmur. the memory of light
am multiple now another burrowing

Fossil-self, I fill in with leaf-mold

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Fossil-self, I fill in with leaf-mold
Sound here's numb; my ear en-earths
My buried diary: darling, dear mud, decay

Diq, ever present at it's Mother's bed-side, falls into a deep sleep:

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Diq, ever present at it's Mother's bed-side, falls into a deep sleep:

Lines by Lightsey Darst

I had a dream of you: said, find me

Underground. I found this way in:

& lost lights echo against lost stars. See?

my jaw snapped shut but we gnaw on

shunt, a shiver, then still: here

I think I hear your voice. “Come closer.”

a crack where granite gives. bend low and creep

where stars don’t go. a tunnel like a heart’s

winter comes forever, gather fire

& future roses. Our tiny core trembles.

Inside my deep heart, tunnels pulse

Future grows here in tuber fingers, flung

Loss along diamond nerves and topaz

more root. forerunner, you go under,

warmer, closer, older, more gone wonder.

Above are stars. Can you touch me here?

Drives for water or air. from under, dear

Dear stored-up day. Roots of light

Furling echo reach-me watery hidden

And thus it was all lost again. When

I want to breathe not air but loam and me.

brother to murmur. the memory of light

am multiple now another burrowing

Fossil-self, I fill in with leaf-mold

Sound here’s numb: my ear en-earths

My buried diary: darling, dear mud, decay

Lines by Lightsey Darst

And so ends Chapter One "Think"

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As Chapter One, comes to a close Diq's stream of consciousness, creative wandering, begins to wonder.

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Clouds and Whales

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I get home sick in the oddest places, fractured clouds

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"Green waters seeped through all my seams" Arthur Rimbaud

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Fleur hat

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"Made of stick and thread and mud and tied in a sack around my neck" Lightsey Darst

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Diq begins to free-associate, visual stream of consciousness

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Slow Lightning...Lightsey Darst

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Diq's mind, now separated from reality, is trapped in the pages of The Vandals.

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24

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"The big pink tongue of the dog.." Alan Michael Parker

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Toyboattoyboattoyboattoyboattoyboattoyboattoyboat

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"Greedily I wait for God" Arthur Rimbaud

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" I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without using pagan words, I'd rather remain silent" Arthur Rimbaud

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Consumed by endless chatter in it's ears, Diq reaches for scissors, snip-it-off-at-the-neck

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Describe the sky to me

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"Best meals from three dried peas and a slice of dust." Lightsey Darst

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Mouth-full-o-bird

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Can I not imagine without my ears?

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I become covered in whales when ever I try to sleep

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Copying pages out of my brain

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Horse

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The clouds move on, but I stand still

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Ten

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Bees

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Unjulating Panic

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"As I came down the impassible river" Rimbaud

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I hate the number 6

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What the hell? Don't poets use the word horse?

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Waiting

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A page where a girl practices her name

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Ginnungagap, poems by Lightsey Darst. In Norse mythology, the yawning abyss, was the vast, primordial void.

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It's domestic, like crazy quilts and home deaths

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