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In our hearts it’s all radioed in / By two tower controllers / / Who used to laugh / & sling luggage tagged for Fairbanks / To…
Whatever comes in that chariot / we must work to slow its progress, deconstruct / any monarch we find smuggled / in its billow. The parts are…
When your son is gone / to Mars with / the verve of a Mayan city / you will count / / yourself cheap, / loose as dust. / / Fast to his…
Hair falls / harp notes / / Cut / above a / slow drain / / Does not / land / / Down and down a / downy, O, sigh for / a shroud…
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