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see those removed
from that which is old
become ancient
see their broken panorama of eyes
and the emptied river of drug plead:
heal this house, seal off the false divides
play water flute to the drowning mouth

of a failed savior dreaming
freedom from failed disciples
and the desert under the earth
tar twinkling
in the active moment
where apocalypse shrinks
to a tin violet streaked
with doll-stained moons