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So they drove
& the night
becoming day became

a knife numb
and gray &
the all-toothed

allocation climbed into
the realm of
the beautiful and

lime. Thus aimless
it becomes painless
the genetic substrate

that courses remorses
and bids goodbye
to the anonymous

dispersion. A general
economy as if
to pray that

half a loaf
would be not
so good as

no loaf (half
a boast not
so good as

no boast). Restive
without rest, anxious
without anxiety. So

many fears, none
real. There's a
vision but there'll

never be a
visitation.











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