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Dream Song 46: I am, outside. Incredible
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.
People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.
Drinks are boiling. Iced
Drinks are boiling. The worse anyone feels, the worse
Treated he is. Fools elect fools.
A harmless man at an intersection said, under his breath, “Christ!”
That word, so spoken, affected the vision
Of, when they trod to work next day, shopkeepers
Who went and were fitted for glasses.
Enjoyed they then an appearance of love & law.
Millenia whift & waft—one, one—er, er. . .
Their glasses were taken from them, & they saw.
Man has undertaken the top job of all,
Son fin. Good luck.
I myself walked at the funeral of tenderness.
Followed other deaths. Among the last,
Like the memory of a lovely fuck,
Was: Do, ut des.
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