I'd seen him
singing Soviet songs on his stroll
If we were centipedes
Lost in our own footnotes
What new light trapped inside
I tied tubes
walked to the shoal
Another day at the thought collective
Sound of ducks landing
on the interstate
Motioned to appeal the motion
Imprisoned in the wave that follows
Beyond where we can see
6 minutes to dissolve
to undermine this moment
red hull
stars on the sea
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