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1965, 2016, 6*, avenue, body, brick, buildings, clouds, Dr Strange, evening, eyes, face, grace, implication, manifestation, morning, mouth, place, realisation, storey, streets, sun, synchronicity, traffic lights, travelling, uncaused, will
it is always the willed renege
that let’s the face dislocate-
hideous in full disclosure
when implications emerge
that the mouth no longer
forms, the nostrils lose
their boundary, the eyes no
longer level, that the body
fulfils its natural grace to
tend to travel where point
is cornered without street
to edge and dwelling stands
familiar as brick but
stacked in storey and cipher
whence cones and bolts will
manifest but unoriginate
`till squint is healed and
morning cloud will shred
the evening sun between
traffic lights and broad avenue
not surprised by the camber of “The Demon’s Disciple!” by Lee & Ditko in Strange Tales#128, January 1965
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buildings wormhole: fresh destiny
clouds wormhole: did I get old?
Dr Strange wormhole: Clea
evening wormhole: the 19th century
eyes wormhole: adjustment
morning wormhole: magnificent salad
mouth wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
realisation wormhole: just one, open, nerve,
streets wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
sun wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I suddenly / remembered
traffic lights wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
travelling wormhole: “The Lady from Nowhere”
