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the infinite spaces between everything

they really do have picket signs with slogans and yell

“have mercy” and other things like that then there’s

a big black man named Moses who guides

you through them and may just make a snide remark

(if you’re lucky) to maybe help you feel a little better

before the suction

and it will probably be a sunny day

cars will pass by

cars filled with humans oblivious to the pain

and profundity of a concrete and stucco one story building

holding the remains of people broken

even if we don’t know it

and we will know it at one point

when the sun shines that certain way it did that day

above the asphalt holding imprisoned fossils

of invisible dreams

never to be

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Still Floating

lost affinity

absence of astronomy

finding a way through the vacant sea

 

drifting along without

a sail

let alone a motor

 

self-exile sentencing automatic

wandering to where

whatever a home is