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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
From the vantage point of his window on humanity's breathlessly accelerating runaway train, Aaron Anstett records the fast receding frames as they flit by, and asks vital questions like "what now," "how do you know," and "why does God allow dry stuffing?" Yet the busily bopping, unpunctuated ribbon of his verse traces in meditative endlessness a shape outside itself, that of a vast engulfing silence.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
From the vantage point of his window on humanity's breathlessly accelerating runaway train, Aaron Anstett records the fast receding frames as they flit by, and asks vital questions like "what now," "how do you know," and "why does God allow dry stuffing?" Yet the busily bopping, unpunctuated ribbon of his verse traces in meditative endlessness a shape outside itself, that of a vast engulfing silence.