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String man watches tiny meteorites

pock through his window membrane

light makes its first and last appearance

here in the living room, backs to the rug

golden sparrows fill the coathangers

from ceiling wires

dachshunds in cigar leaf ash

playing under abandoned office chairs

hold hands on a tire swing, feel the collapse

of the milky way

guard your library with unbathed nudity

shelter in the hall with a mask of tar pebbles

the visit out of time will occur regardless