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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Brian Isett


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like fish describe thick water

(Grid poem)


slow lights move
a sleepless dawn




wrinkle the city





and my
dead eyes


like fish describe
thick water




a dance





shuffled scales


choked rhythms





we might call it music





now quiet,
now desperate