Preface - Electronic Poetry Center

Be you once, the harsh heart sooner or timely, a slick into two dimensions, of
prose, this nuisance is losing its once fascination, the pattern returns to its usual
dynamic. Think in the two, drink in the third, things they don’t want to reveal
indicate why do you say that.
I get it. Draw on planes, repairing the prairie, the gasses from the busses, the
hole us. Destroy two to save three. The hurt behind the face understood yields
to surf on the face again.
The month from a flame that took our collection, from our senses, and flashed a
banner over a dish of a dominant hemisphere, the northern, a cap with the bill
right in front of our eyes. A missable interactive experience, a miserable sky
made it so.
Is cool holodeck sky? I sensed it cambe back to my name, but a short therapist
circuits the patient, tree dimensional. I’ll take my "clumsiness", I didn’t dream
"it" up, I ride broken in the bumps of a world I ought never to have believed
was mine only thought. Alive-in world.
The process of a sense makes truth to and among those at the head of a process,
where the transcription of truth on the page is a claimed mirror to both writers
and reader, writer as reader as utter; the book unsmitten is the look that speaks
volumes between and among such.
MANIFESTO FOLLOWS SHORTLY