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The vast territories usually cave, leaving small devastated pockets
here and there to remind us of what most of us have not been,
what is caved in is most lost, therefore what is gained there
is a preciousness unto totality, it will worship the noon sky
with six long razors for a head eyes ablink in its length of moving blade
stung by passing transparencies of harm evermoving in the genius of our ways
the biodome of silence in reams of error
horse of flame unbound to strike emptiness
converse to the air of mottled
death that surrounds the flame and now is revealed to be
blank.