One Hundred Fifty-Eighth
Bravado chipped from leisurely irregular marble slabs
catches the line from rows of metallic cupboards orderly inside.
At seven-ish ay em the trucks draw helpings of refuse
from households possibly like ours, gray weathered and enlightened.
Repertoire keeps me awake at night: a feverish claim
to have invented everything to have invested in, and lost.
Some of the projection: leadership gone solo on an easy path,
aware of the following along this unpaved roadway almost named.
Pressure defines wildlife as a destination already
a fallacy too easy as a passage to the other side.
catches the line from rows of metallic cupboards orderly inside.
At seven-ish ay em the trucks draw helpings of refuse
from households possibly like ours, gray weathered and enlightened.
Repertoire keeps me awake at night: a feverish claim
to have invented everything to have invested in, and lost.
Some of the projection: leadership gone solo on an easy path,
aware of the following along this unpaved roadway almost named.
Pressure defines wildlife as a destination already
a fallacy too easy as a passage to the other side.
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