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detoured
you negotiate lips
to open
earth knits itself
in the next possibility
paused at a wheel
in summary time
cones are more common
than spheres
you leave out a page
triangulated
alleyways have mercy
on the human condition
a child stares
perhaps noticing
a pigeon feather
what is there
except the bass on the street
men and women
causeways to oblivions
children are ready to be
told what to do for the day
they owe each other
someone owes them
sights are digital
the night is gone
wheels a revolution
you can’t escape
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another hope
lurks at the gallery
a homeless man
in a cardboard box
they lodged him there
begging for money
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rainbows insulated
in each dimension
materials condensed
onto the floor
pattern worked out
walls bulging flat
are they walls?
the ceiling sealing
windows fallen
into the out
the door opened one time
too many
without a knock
carpets lifted
un-laid, over-laid
the room suspended
in a vacuum
you are
in here
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when balanced
by injunctions
beleaguered by epistemé
known by name
when carved in oak
made to plastic some trees
when tread by feel
to vintage
given a bag
re-usable
re-formable
into the hot
re-melting asphalt
piled loosely
in the morning
from the word before
when it’s fingered like a book
marked as study
when it’s empty
like the glass beside the bed
reduced to change
under the mattress
it might be
acceptable to you