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Overloading the Machine
How Solemn!
one stone is turned under
moss grows rolling sing sly
and the family knows
mum's the word, shush is the flower
too rain wet to tell
two ways around
the Beside are
aside, "in the lobby, 'ist' is an insult"
and seaside, "don't bury your brother"
as a whole,
people seem to like parts
and troubling between them;
the middle way
is way up there
where some sandy signs lean.
What's more, there was rain in my collar and I needed a sandwich. The clouds
were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked
to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.
-- Jonathan Lethem, "Gun, with Occasional Music"
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