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Read Poetry: Sestina: THE DANGERS OF THEY, by Steven Fortune

Now I’m cornering the refuge of a definition; algorithms made a rat of me, I’m guilty by association. What’s an era, what’s a generation, when the stats are kept so tight? Where’s attrition when the compass swindles sight? Who appoints … Continue reading

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