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Elevated lawns pick up quick stumblers
shafts of channeled rain blow the sod away

to stand there on a plank of hot cement
while daily all the plans for further planning are destroyed

bewildered with milk and coffee, by no war
lost in the presence of beloved bodies
planes for touch lost to touching

lamps under soil, garlic in the sun
stripped of earth-grown paper

each citizen stands on a separate platform
their frenzy so quiet
only those in silence can hear it
from their blood broadcast
the porches teem
with hedgehogs of annospiritual static
roaming chairs and radiant prophylactics
'til someone volunteers an open breastplate
for paws of nonbeing
to be quelled by

to lie down on grass that's never been tasted by fire
and wake up on a cum-wet cinder slab
daydreaming of a chute toward night
where one can see all happenings
freed from motion