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Another human barometer, faith healing kilometer. Streets too tired for walking, empty pocket friends with wide smiles, highbrow jokes, broken plate piles. Universal theories of orphans and foreclosed notions of oceans. Hillside tirades, fencepost toasts to eloping coasts. Museums of glass and spells cast, feet sunk in mud. Anger above, small miracles like summer feeds, counted out like uneaten pomegranate seeds. Now where are the replacing spaces expanding, wheels and whenevers? Translucent choices, bar-tending voices, lockets of lunar eclipsing noises. Debts and denunciating hating, currents and currencies. Homemade epiphanies, sharps bones, silent ceremonies. Amassing almosts, green lights and sword fights with slicing lights. Rescued arithmetics, chest pains and swollen veins. Medicinal arsenals, proofreading prophets, carcinogen commutes between river banks. Bankrupt breakfasts, meals made for missing. Halfway to the heyday of running away. Scrolling sand subtitling the writing on the walls. Blessings like breadcrumbs lining the halls. Echo-locution, electrocution, buzzing fingerprints spell out a solution. Tentacle teaching, amputated reaching. Retire the wires that broadcast the preaching. Vampire villains, healthy and willing to mistake the marrow for a feeling more filling. Staring stairs we climb to unwind the time we slid through the windows and screamed to the sublime. The best generations of a widowed mind are mad enough to pantomime the shame of thinking there’s no such thing as a victimless crime in war time.
