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Do I want to go out there?
Weather all the strange, bad air?
Scribbles in a cave, it's so slow
Thinking I'm a brave old Plato

Shooting stars beyond the blackout
Tablet taps for tired takeout
Scribbles in a cave, it's so slow
Wishing never saves in vivo

New note to note
the new coat of dew on
a zoo - uncertain
parade grounds which,
unwound by round-
ed young play sounds,
a jade crown was laid down
(conveyed flower weighed on

Every hour is two
What time feels like these days
Not its prospect but its impact

Twice the effort for the mean result

Moments are tasks as memories pass
Streaming, trickling toward torture
Brought to sure boil and steam

That's when I ask for release

A morn under the sun,
A noon beneath a rafter,
Now evening's overrun
With love and lately laughter

Here's to summer's sort;
To rightists leaning lefter,
The yobs and yeggs gone yon,
Turks deaf turned toward the defter

Where stands the pole-as-banner,
Tall and singular, bridge over bubble,
Ego-birthed demarcation, bare
As it bears the bait of destiny?

There, behind wax, behind murmurs,
Behind shards of breath and rubble,
It hides from proof but requires no light;
A shift or stroke grants its dignity.

These last three moons
Mind stood unphased as
Heart was rent in two.
Half bled west with
what it was, Half east
toward something new.