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Apr 16, 2004 20:49

constellanic and Shakespearen.
they're going through the chapels
and talking in tongues about the architects.
take one and two and three.
reading these words from some sheet
singing the song, the song you hear
in your head. or was it your heart.
remember the Scrabble marathons
and the notes you left on my pillow.
I'd curse your name in German achtung
and remember the casts. of track in
disilluded Pleasantville. that
you wanted to piece together like
a mystery of history.
and at the end of Orion's hunt
the day breaks into a million pieces
for your retina pleasure only.
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