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The Crowd

When god appears
to humans undisguised
and they manage to live
they say it's a terrible vision
A fan's love is conditional
but the crowd makes a terrible love
Of its sound I'd say
a wind swell a ways off
in particular woods
or on desecrated water
again the wind
When it's full it grows
and size is noted
tallying to point
at the collective
brotherless ghost
bloating up from the tombs
of our banishment
Posted 02/20/13
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