The exile’s role is serious itself
it’s to hold dimmed the sky of a 3 am
looking-out on last treetops. This was when
I lifted lost streets
Problems direct opposites vases, bowls,
plates, and boxes where thinking suddenly
stops in a part and is laden with every
ghosting voice and other trimming
Arts divulge the manufactory gauge
their force spent in past appraisals made me
similar to dwelling places, furniture,
and clothes
Elite fabricants generalize the
terrors born of bread and over-determining
every stroke on a pleased solidarity
cease to understand our longing but we
do understand it. Instrumental idols
share industry made clockwork in articulated
lioness air alight in balconies
of cottonwood and brick the howling factory
of the present gone monstrous on behalf
of insurgent futures. Thus each sound and
each moment came to turn falteringly
and mount to the other
Telegraphy unites wealth. Journey in
rustle of a silver rattling Dodge which
followed foreground while its tip remains invisible
snared in the asphalt vanishings of the street
Skyward this storm meted by the agonies
of a near - my hand can still dream of this
move - violently against the grain
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