Cleo’s green again

  

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andonegainces withleithe ‘nrude flingers

flhexed sheoil floil flwakxen

phloxen erectopistil swheeat loveander

nicghts mantiptulate hisrection emotumscrothiymns

heruption allso s/heared femhimtimeately

orgchardasmic harmonicghties : sprekesheen oftlenzo’o

aftflowerds ocanthis hornemaneye undherprehend

hersolongsong hermooanflrost reedpole plurched

supon herxanthium herarts belohden

partsoul dwaormning burrdsoul goldsen

lwyires?

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This piece is comprised entirely of pwoermds, which might negate the pwoermd-ness, the pwoermd-ity of the individual pwoermds. But these pwoermds seemed to have minds, or a mind, of their own once I started scribbling them down one afternoon during a meeting. This is as close as I've come to an experience of automatic writing or being visited by the Martians Jack Spicer liked to talk about. I don't know where the title came from, though it came first, and the rest of the pwoermds pretty much followed in order. Who knows? I've written a few pieces in this style, which I posted earlier this month, but this is the only one that I can say occurred on its own, uncontrived and unexpected. 

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