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Whipsnake James Zimmerman there is a silence that slips every day through the sound barrier crawls like a rock dying in the wind sits like a whipsnake drying in the sun has no words to keep it split in two and splintered into thinking there is a silence that shares the revelry of a moonless sky ties itself to nothingness with raveling thread that you will never hear even when I cut it into pop-in-the-mouth pieces and lay it on the page right in front of you

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2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  
2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College