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moon = flame

all dots attuned

alone, a clock spur,
absent Hollywood

eyes for all the dead

together, a galaxy of them

enemy is vast,
and are we ever one of them
inside Market, inside Capital

is “master narration”
my only reading matter?

hers is a sweet music, poetry IS the rival government

Ha! primary goad to rare despair

is….rage?

cold planets saying

cool off, babe

could rage ever capture the ire I feel?

a charnel ground down here
rumbling

might engender reverie
might engender navigation
might cause night migrations of confused birds

& fuse a companion
whose terrible tension is a kind of
painterly cool narration