Best Dispatched Poems

I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory,
Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries,
Do not dare to await me, for my path is a float in the boundless,
You do not know if the verse will strike the heart,...

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that call, a face
    porcelain 
pressed against glass
and dead eyes wrought
from an attic room
    watching us

her name badge was
irrelevant
  “No, those top rooms
  are not used, full
  of junk and all locked up”
yet the face watched...

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