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When you leave through a roving crisis
when you descend your apt beaming with alcohol
you will find an island in every state


you will be seen in kept images
you will live on in fatherfuck of shaded rails
he will find his roadway familiar
your own seeing will be ended
you will be kept by a scorched mirror


traces of interplanetary riot against death are black holes with their own traces
your ticket aflutter in a train breeze with light on it
the disintegrating wish to kiss sadness


botched I think of my superior friend
the cursed brow and thistle of comedy
the goateed chin grinned immeasurable
and he was gone