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answers seem to find their way / into a hammer forged barrel that plays / vaudeville with him the dummy, / and he is speaking to us all / violently screaming his dismay
flickered mirage / shifting in / quantum / buzzing / bar-coded / bonanzas
I say goodnight to the moon / and await the sun
In the dead of night these hoods / ain’t got any snowy woods / our trees are few and far between
she moored at lines / that moved like clouds, / but grew like vines; he poured in lament / to fill the void, / to pull him down in his decent;
the way he would greet the world / during the sun’s reign spoke volumes / about where he thought his scepter belonged.