the dogs of hell circle me again
those perfect faithful mongrels
soundless but circumventing

the dogs of hell
the dogs of hell
mobile and exact.

they have found me again.

in this room
in this night
as the putrid music exudes from my radio.

they are here.

even inside of this typewriter.

can’t you tell?

their prints on this sheet:

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the milling incarnation.