piled all the way up on the freeway

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you slipped and we called it

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you slipped and we called it

       a hit and run off the edge of the Moon
       the Headlight shaped lightning caught you halfway
            like a sword-through-the-chest

and we called it Invention

           You burn and are born
       as you fizzle with the night 
                  then you were Seen for the first time

                      a head pokes into the clouds like a
        finger gaping through a hole in the sheets
                                                                                   like a
                    mother labors a child into the world
                                                                                   like a

                                                                                            like a
neolithic spirit exhales through a trepanned skull

a faraway god remembers the steering wheel
and Swerves

between burning walls, the smoke, it rises                              

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between burning walls, the smoke, it rises                              


now a modified version (10/31/22), with a new title:

now a modified version (10/31/22), with a new title:

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