somewhere...
off in your footsteps
what you five minutes a go
left in a limp dragon of clothing
alone in the hallway
any witness is just a mistake
the smell of something burning
puppets of smoke on the horizon
somewhere...
obsolescence works itself into a schematic on blueprint
applause limited to time between
timber and fore
and progress is a collie called Plunder
or a backpack full of wires and clock language with arms
to lash the backs of heroes
somewhere...
the capitol is hanged on newsprint
wind replaces a hand from behind the blinds
a nation of crocodiles weeps
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