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sun out.  the shadow line across the rocks. 
     still a tension - the voices light gasping
 
                         (yet,
                                   the centre makes us 
          human
                        - a laughter, a boredom, a joke to know 
                  who we are - what we do
 
			
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		    I watch from the centre desk -
                   the disk whirs, a beep,
                                               - his  machine, he slouches toward, 
                                Cat Hat  
                                               low to his ears
 
			
			~
 
 
time, is place made flesh; less faith and you 
require these wires:     overhead the message flashed, a constant 
     are your lights on?   outside, a fog. you can't see 
movement, gone too quick, a brief passage of the silk-like 
     dress - her lovely mouth and manner
         
         
      
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
 
         
         
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