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Robin Yassin-Kassab

Becoming Sane

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Franz Marc's Fighting Forms

imagine the poor man

his eyes dimming his ears clouding

colour draining from the sky

movement stiffening in the trees

descending

from prickly elevation to prosaic daily sludge

in the grey city in the grey century

on concrete, on ring roads, underpasses

encircled

death’s breath upon him

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Written by Robin Yassin-Kassab

October 3, 2011 at 11:29 am

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  1. Awe
    I can imagine the painting you drew with words. Wait a minute; I can even hear the successive crescendo of tires approaching the bridge while leaning on the pylon in the underpass.

    Well done.

    Ps. Please email me about the journal you are editing. I can’t guarantee reliability, but I’ll try my best.

    SYRIN HAMSTER

    October 3, 2011 at 11:30 pm


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