Just an amusing deadpan with eyes stuck in wire
chased by simple shapes spirals, thin blue lines
what really is to be said what to make hidden
that hasn't been scooped to enable revelation
by steam shovels. All this talk of subjects and authors
on the deck won't change that, an impending death
or anything else for a politics steeped in splinters.
Condense soup, not books!
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