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This masterful poetry extinguishes those artificial lines that distinguish a moment from a century. It is all here and available to us Mark Young shows. A late/afternoon/point of co-/incidence // this bench/in the/Botanical Gardens/shared/with Desnos/& Diogenes reminds us nature crafts consciousness right back at us. Black cockatoos . . .small white flowers. This against the beautiful political purity of stating the truth in damp trumpets. Quote from final poem DAMP TRUMPETS: Where are the submarines? I shouted out. You promised you'd drain the swamp so I'd be able to see the submarines that were lying on the bottom.Things come together from a distance above revealing equally how far they are apart. Mark Young's keen eye disturbs predictability. He knows from many angles refutation and commingling. Pachelbel's Canon and mismatched feelings between a man and a woman. Sheila E. Murphy