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  Elisha May Rubacha

my stepfather says the man alone in the woods is not alone
he thinks in words
carries tools and templates he did not design

received too much to alone any
centuries present when he builds so much as a chair to sit on
he is not alone

idea is just another begetting in genesis
the names get forgot
dashes in a long seamless line

copies are making
by quill, press, fax, and hot-wired Xerox
the window a light-box, traced against

scroll setting: change to infinite
tape the torn perforations of continuous stationery
look less close at pixels

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