all this sawdust
dissipates
as the hot
northerly winds
build up
beyond the
hours
bending properties
there is no further
risk
to our ideals
as
the tonnage
is poured out and
over the
indentation
no further knowledge
about what has
been
lost here
as
winds carry
our scattered
brains
across
this
landscape
in an expansion
process
that blunts
our
senses
. . . . . . .
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