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We kept the summer in high rooms
     pancaked the outside
  tall glasses on our arms watching stones parked in the river
       shine clasps on a moon that would not come
         plummeting to the deeps of the street
                            to chase life, to experience the favor of drifting molecules,
                                                          to shatter the radio mirror
                                                             in an artificial wood,
                                                           to disown silence
                                                       watch the trucks like a thought,
                                                                cumulus lit up,
                                                                         stoplights striking in error