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nick...

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this is an interesting poem....

on a theme:

telemarket constellations occur during the breath break of the workers, when they go outside on the sidewalk... the workers seeing the same faces, places everyday..... the same language everyday.... the same "i want to be anywhere"-ness....

this language holds a certain bond.... there is a very cramped space where noises are heard muffled noises beyond the conversation itself....
the champagne caps wreak, the liquour is bad, the food is bad.... everything is bad...

but...

there is a roof above, if one looks at the wall close enough there are constellations hidden in the plaster....