Combines at night, deep telepathy of bread and windmill, what will you do with all the drifting veils that rise above you in verse of smoke and vast exudation, your headlights staring into the night until nothing is not seen even nothing itself?
Cover Page Footnote
"Combines in the Dark" was originally published at Booth.
"Combines in the Dark,"
Booth: Vol. 6
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol6/iss12/2