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spiral

Posted to Utterances




we travel
breathless
we hypothesise
we pack
our shirts
and pants and
stuff
and listen to
the preacher
preach
it's early yet
and we don't know
where we're goin'
round this
curve to
the next
meeting
of minds
on wires
like birds
yes,like birds
of the filthy
industrial
poetry
renaissance

that we
can with peace
create
with peace, create.