running like a deer over nothing in the
foreground, & dig up old pipelines, leading to a
sharply-defined nowhere with attendant men
heading toward wrack & rune,
writing on the scrumbled face of the
earthward leaping tabletoid objectifications, drone as
moving that way, shifting over this
way a bit:
accustomed to maybe
planning
shift the riff, sift down in that
slashed bit of a rifting where they
try out new fracking, as
ruined cell-phones
tossed in a pit
shoveling inward to
build out
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