Potential Titles: Kyle Dargan

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My accrued vacancy - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

Of pit-baked avarice - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

On striving's pebbly shore - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

Disbelief is no immunity - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Tripping from blaze to frost - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Shed another season - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Exhumed by the curiosities - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

In the likely event of galactic calamity - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Our sun's hydrogen reserves fused through - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Between the solar shockwave and Earth's rattling - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Have left no crude fluid for ignition - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Blood supplemented with Edison and Tesla's currents - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Fated to watch Mercury and Venus engulfed - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Adrift in the dark liquor of space - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Lost within hibernation and missing mother-planet - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Further estranged from all revelation - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

From this unproven vantage point - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

All the graffiti eclipsing our souls - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Know the phenomenon that is judgment - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Will never have beheld a clearer beacon - Kyle Dargan "Dear Echo" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Becoming another strobe-lit dervish - Kyle Dargan "Not Blue"

Their own sweat and clairvoyant uncertainty - Kyle Dargan "Not Blue"

Pillows made from breath captured in milk cartons - Kyle Dargan "Olympic Drive" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

Never shared your definition of savagery - Kyle Dargan "Olympic Drive" [Poetry Feb. 2016]

A one-man rave in the body's industrial district - Kyle Dargan "Points of Contact"

Our universe's yet shattered mysteries - Kyle Dargan "Points of Contact"

Forgotten nurseries of girders and axels - Kyle Dargan "The Robots are Coming"

Tell the machines we honor their dead - Kyle Dargan "The Robots are Coming"

That war glazed their palms with gold - Kyle Dargan "The Robots are Coming"

Razors beneath the magnolia tongue's lash - Kyle Dargan "States May Sing Their Songs of Praise"


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