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As yet it is still difficult to form
a picture of the life, messages held
in the silicate air between stations,
i.e. some huts, there is the outer world
here reticulated claim and concession
to select the company agent click
him, telegram to start the new mission
wait what’s the meta? A 1000 rifles?
An operational decision wants
taking to secure the protocountry . . .
we select from thousands of applicants
mostly the sons of the very wealthy
to think in centuries, feel in eras
underwrite with surface rights, mining rights
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Underwrite with surface rights, mining rights
but: “Can they just pay me before I die?”
asks Mzawubalekwa Diya what worth
his air still imbricated with feldspar
with Sibanye-Stillwater —> Sibanye
Gold Limited —> GFI Mining South
Africa Proprietary Limit
ed —> Gold Fields Limited with the column
of air advancing unevenly with
approx. 500 company police
(later the core of the BSAP)
with auriferous and fertile scarring
but claims have to be investigated
carefully the lost epeirogenic song
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Carefully the lost epeirogenic song
lilts, the smoke of unregistered cook fires
drifts from the finely opened head below
which carved in Cape granite this legend reads:
» that immense and brooding spirit when
no mommy gf wit biggie milky
and penis my god » genuflect to see
a conservative rand lord totally
own this idiot landscape » soul by soul
capture movement control living . . . read more
eat stones and cream in the charming wreckage
forget the play of light in the ductus
drone apophony, smoke in the dialogue
along the responsive billowing cloud
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Along the responsive billowing cloud
glittering supply chains are interlaced
the gift of Bossie Botha se Longe
from the mine safety campaign
among them, in the veld, fossil ocean
Hendrik stops smoking, keeps the shifts digging
everything works in circles probably
now artisan miners strive without their
own claim to operate as before to
guid[e] us to a place where the sun shone down
the inclinded [sic] shaft so that the in
terior of the timbered adit could
be glimpsed in the winter morning sunlight.
We took some pictures, and left. Orkney snores
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We took some pictures, and left. Orkney snores
sort of agh Hendrik man speak clearly now
there are those who listened to the rock face
we read they were found like stones, humans that
turned into stone” somewhere names in white plastic
inside of which air cold captured the names
from elsewhere we think carefully the lungs
in a canned fruit bottle in an end-to-
end correlation attack we clear our
we seek elsewhere the quarried mafic rock
deny the request reduce land reuse
wrecked queries for the silt at Alexkor
we clamber across dunes, have phyllite visions
consider possibilities for them
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Consider possibilities for them
the prevocative milk fat assemblies
drawing on the spiritual white boy trust
their reclaimed energy faltering down
then straight along back to the nonpoint source
babbling still the police listening on
big chungus in the skeuomorphic bos
innovatively and intricately
destroyed by naming irrevocable
community data loss low res noise
remains just visible but imagined
amid drifts of conglomerate and dune sand
unusual storms assuage them off the coast
well that's not what the weather report said
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Well that's not what the weather report said
it said still no clouds in the scarlet sky
a wonderful day for gleaning cobalt
porcelain in the dirt evidences
an once lively trade now under glass
control on the road to state failure one
road, controlled, to the failed state construed only
along the road, washed away, to fail states
this is not a _____ issue record earnings
again develop in the upper air
follow trains on the ground tender lines felt
on the cadastral map, we will explain
of course if asked to but please understand
as yet it is still difficult to form
Note: Among the texts and speakers quoted above, two ought to be deliberately cited. The first, Mr Mzawubalekwa Diya, already has been. The second, quoted silently, is Mr. Mapempeni.
M. A. King reads and studies poetry.
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