with ornate eyepiece,
goodbye hats in the hallway,
goodbye all the sad hanging coats.
I'm going out on the spirit's shadow,
going out on a long fiery limb.
Join me in the snow that is suspended,
join me in the snoring anvil
that is falling home. Join me
near the chrome magnetic core
that is blinking where the traffic pours.
Goodbye to the bones unending
that have toured all this to bits.
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