as then the morning has fires in words
commercials eat up time like flags
mass media swirl over dead eyes
words of where in an uncertain wind list
objects crowd into the middle of rushing
words catch fire across the swirl, roil and
flow of hard cold water
the latest power outrage under tight security
virtuoso skidding across frozen road
sling low and fast and the focus is major
some new scale will alter severe weather
leap to the cut and paste, and flow through
Yiddish is a meld of maybe in an exile
Yiddish is a meld of definitely in an exile
shards of sharp reason rain down from the academy
making a where is almost to be arriving w dancing
goals
to be a seer is a jape of an echo
the greatest family resort
is a delusion in a pocket of weather
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