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We love his philosophically and psychologically dense dispatches from \u201ca paradoxical world \/ where the expected is the once unexpected.\u201d<\/em> \u2014Dan Chiasson<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>THE EXPECTED  <\/p>\n<p>Indifference does not happen to the garden<br \/>\n<br \/>or obliqueness to locusts<br \/>\n<br \/>everything tunes to the incidence of light<br \/>\n<br \/>these words blooming<br \/>\n<br \/>into a book with similar urgencies<br \/>\n<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yesterday fog clouded over the ghosts<br \/>\n<br \/>or they  blinded<br \/>\n<br \/>couldn\u2019t find us without blood or modifiers<br \/>\n<br \/>then night  the manta<br \/>\n<br \/>that hangs out its vast exaggeration of fear<br \/>\n<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Weather had again rubbed things smooth<br \/>\n<br \/>smooth and raw<br \/>\n<br \/>at the same time with the same velvet and saw blades<br \/>\n<br \/>a paradoxical world<br \/>\n<br \/>where the expected is the once unexpected<br \/>\n<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;we\u2019re used to<br \/>\n<br \/>and dedicated to those acceptances with emphasis<br \/>\n<br \/>like a string of <em>very<\/em>s  <\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">WHAT WE LOSE AT NIGHT   <\/p>\n<p style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">Frostbite  conscience  passion for the absent<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the halt world simplified to introduction<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">Each time we go there we go there<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">while losing our coordinates  We find our way<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as if we were the home-going pigeons<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">like the ones in the experiment<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">prevented in the loft from knowing<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">the smell of direction by great fans<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">but when turned loose still arrived<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;During flight feathers and bone don\u2019t register<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">Water and blood reflect radar<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;so the flocks are statistasized as raindrops<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">In sight of the industries venting toxics<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">the organs speak to each other through annunciate blood<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">Into the windows go thousands<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;gone tomorrow<br \/>\n<br style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">unlike the apparent tomorrow with its endless life <\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Allan Peterson is a poet and visual artist from Florida. 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