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Sten Carlson

Two Poems

Love’s Distance Approximated

How many more the glowering light fields since you were a girl, Toby? We know what it’s like to one plus one but what to call that qualia animating the housing, exhibiting prowess if the mind is to be thought of as soup? Remember before the operation the ovation they gave her just for standing up. They established a turn-of-the- century rat sure but which century which turn? Partly it was to be an argument against the soul. Small wonder it waxes against any pool with feeling. Could be how the house fell apart when she fell out of the picture. Dummy gunmen lodged in towers had described us as practice from the start? Music for a Difficult Story At dawn the pulp of one lived instant dragged over Scenery and torn stands fixed where peasants of The Fifth Production Division had stood at broken Conveyors, 1958, lifting boxes into furnaces By hand, ashes blown over faces on blanks in The news where hidden lights now collect and Pour from a night sky in movement  If you were here The smoke-filled elegy wouldn’t be a factory for The hand to transcend, shoot the last unlit pixel On the set, 640 cut free stumps per frame

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