the city is one
organism, the road its veins,
and we its blood

message from old friend,
same content as usual —
we orbit the truth
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just airplane exhaust,
otherwise pristine azure
far as the eye sees

salmon horizon,
crescent moon in the blue vault,
and two airplane streaks
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liquid on the tile
underneath the urinal...
should've tied my shoes
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can't reproduce this
without the proper jar file;
come on, Apache!
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arguing online,
no one's mind is ever changed...
why do I bother?
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my thoughts are scattered
like foliage in the wind...
can't catch even one
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only in your arms
can I find comfort at night —
at last: I can sleep
∎

tossing and turning...
a light in the east wakes me
before my alarm

a temporary respite
from quotidian troubles,
the smoke in my blood
∎

November half-light,
the western sky all a-flame...
pinks mixed with the blue

overhead the sky
a deep crimson and pink
where just before, blue

fire in the west...
the clouds and the sky
all burning

earlier sunsets —
even the sun flees before
the coming winter
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the trumpets come out,
their music like a metal:
hard, malleable
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space-time itself curves
in presence of energy,
what an idea!
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Anse wants new teeth
and to bury his dead wife —
As I Lay Dying

bubbles in the glass
like little universes,
coming and going
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gray shadow above
moves with the wind, east to west,
heralding the rain
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the autumnal hills
are now monochromatic...
winter approaches

mountain telescope
searches random patch of sky,
finds new dwarf planet