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All modern films must be handled in a misty, gray light
voyaging to an afterlife through a needle into the moving mountains of ice
(very tiny veins) which reproduce the voice
guided by a turbulent ancient city who cared if you wept

colors make up the shadows between stalls
using a knife an electric eraser to lift the final hours, the final hour
of the tyrant from whom the dust, milk, molds, eggs and world will be shaken

ice-scoured coast air-conducted sounds absolute darkness
him in the clouds immobilized and held open with wire
mongrel dog handsome young beggar, sightless
store of physical grandeur, alpine peaks, smoking volcanoes, mighty rivers,
roaring and whistling noises along the pathway from eye to
tundra-clothed hills, frost-marked plains, warped horses nipping at each
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