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Spanish Fan

from Spanish Fan by Din Strange Dresses

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Somewhere sits a Spanish fan
upon the desk a broken lamp
it's dim-lit rapture, hardened hands
wound into some southern sea
mobiles swinging, sweetly, freely

the faces flashing, hurried flood
and iron rail, so fast and wailing
driving arms across my breast

The air shaft breathes in beads of snow
the ashing sky comes swinging low
the dull St. Matthew's bell unfolds
inhalation of that central pain
the lonely letters of your name arranged

Only at the spanish beats
it's then I miss the spanish signs
and humid thoughts of simple minds
a hazy sense of deep blue ink
surrounding thoughts I couldn't think

The light turns on upon my wall
television from the space beneath the door
orange glow, persistent calm
absent kin sympathy
where is it?
that I crave so much

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from Spanish Fan, released February 7, 2014

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