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Another Unending

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Second Tallest Building in Downtown Manhattan

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The Town We Were Talking To

Stage One The balloon beginS from nothing. It expands, the plain become dark. The ilk arrive with immediate fading. Stage Two Squeaking instead of hand gestures. The balloon becomes economy, a house of dividing. Peopling gets the high, Everest grows plain. Stage Three Every toy squeaks. Everest grows plain. No ideas except things outside of things. Stage Four After the effort of any town, with children stationed in crisis, balloons worth of berries, poisoned for colour. Stage Five And it takes the whole continent incontinent, the failure of dusk. #poem

Dismounting Horses

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