these altitudes growth dust atmostphere and echoes,
endless volume of empty space and unimagined circumstances all spin, binary systems, milk moons
Telescopic vision of events: click unfolded map of earth, the books mention agriculture population art geography capitalism science of libraries full, frames and frames of film: the bottom of the ocean; jellyfish, acrobats, puppets, cartoon fishing hook, dangling fly,
the stuff that sinks slow to the bottom
Acres of relief: mountain range, water, valley, birdsnest on a balcony, New York City, endless humanity, one and another waiting in line at the deposit
We're worth words ideas new process of thought so that this living is never boring
Behind the march of process of time the parade of envelopes, parachutes, trees, packages with addresses and stamps, news pamphlets biographies religion print to gather, run, find ocean and
Wars, O
nights, O
oh what a luck to find oneself
dropping through the floor and such surprise
To all your fleets, emperors queens and royal betweens, leaders and machines, butterflies in chorus bare wings.
Each wing stares blank from eyes shot red as one of your rounds hit the mark
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