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The indefinable imagery is compelling, maddening, frightening. So too with words which do not connect in the traditional ways. One creates a world of one's own, and as quantum physics tries to prove, this world multiplies, replaces itself every second with a new set of perceptions. NATCH hey what clock can't stop sand hick substance foamer useless fathom and departing frame sport his stupid tie and concert to the grim fund never dread a peaking strum my pond dips to long island rubble tips apart the ethos got too far along the edge shouts if they ripen forgone glassy voice tag one set of high heels knocks hard on the upstairs floor-- our version of heartache taped together **** TRANSLATION? I have made a painting of this poem, pencil on canvas, letting the imagery disperse as a tablet. This poem is about language, but also about how to describe the abstract miseries of childhood, the insanity or incomprehensibility of certain people, certain