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	<title>Nigeria &#8211; State of Matter</title>
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		<title>Portrait Of A Lonely Illusionist With The World Upside Down</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ayush Mukherjee]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[The bell&#8217;s tongue dangleswithin its mouth making enchantments. I wake upfull of myself like the earth, full of the sun. The room,full of my shadow &#38; full of my fear. The world is upsidedown. And gravity levitates. Levity gravitates. In thisworld of mine, the sun falls. &#38; the rain rises. Morning’syellow glory sits at my windowsill [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>The bell&#8217;s tongue dangles<br>within its mouth making</p>



<p>enchantments. I wake up<br>full of myself like the earth,</p>



<p>full of the sun. The room,<br>full of my shadow &amp; full of</p>



<p>my fear. The world is upside<br>down. And gravity levitates.</p>



<p>Levity gravitates. In this<br>world of mine, the sun falls.</p>



<p>&amp; the rain rises. Morning’s<br>yellow glory sits at my</p>



<p>windowsill like a bird. On<br>the wall of my room, I make</p>



<p>a list of all my nouns. &amp;<br>erase every one that <em><s>pronouns’</s></em></p>



<p><em>pronounce </em>me dead. In the<br>cavity of my mouth, my</p>



<p>teeth sit in the socket of<br>my alveolar process like</p>



<p>the keys of a piano. &amp; my<br>tongue is the pianist. It plays</p>



<p>to an empty room. Emptiness<br>is a big audience. It sings along.</p>



<p>Night rises. &amp; darkness goes<br>up on the earth. And I&#8217;m down</p>



<p>on the cloud with the moon<br>&amp; the stars— shining until</p>



<p>we are out of light.</p>
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