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Orbs deflecting solar smash-up
    we knelt and remembered
       all the luminous torture
          of having been present,
             in the depths under the fireworks,
               watching changing forms of fire,


groveling for sugar stomp gummed bleachers
       in the dank factory mystic-lit roadsides
             where I follow my asshole calling:


leveling the above and below streets
      multiply in this uncandid, greed-muffling air,
         a coat hanger thief, a bad bargainer
            with the shaper of many eyes
               that stare from cliff-faces on cities
                 until the cities go out
                   and the plague of selling grows claws in a wood.