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The loops around the
moving and soft bleeps
flowing into yellow stars
on a dark blue felt night- grass is too
dark to see. Paper light shinning on
the white church, at the bottom, swirls
of condensation from drifting
generations between continents and
a vision of millenia and oceans drying and melting
into symbols and the
symbols are planes drawn on the
third wall of hades, covered in
handprints, drunken when they don’t
tell us that it’s daytime.