The city is full of the winking of lights going on and off. Down below, on the streets, I can see the fog of orange rise from the street lamps.
And grey hills send roots to both forest and sea.
We are citizenship and brotherhood.
We’re residency and we are sterile nationality; we like our enzymes shipped us in boxes.
Presuppose the universe hangs about you in fine threads
of burnt lace and ever pulse and joint-pull is a breaking through.
Sunset all strung up with the star clots, woods a s-tring
I plead the fifth. Everywhere you go— walking down the city streets, listening to conversations at a local cafe, or in your living room watching courtroom dramas—people always seem to invoke this phrase.
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So gather round the impassioned hearth
They had the flavor and the stance of being new, of being together and united for just a simple short time.
I can feel the flannel cats and dogs
Waltzing above the water
Courting its invisible companion
Dark clouds scattered across the blanket blue and burst as we passed beneath them. The wipers smeared the bleak landscape across the windshield.
The effect is spoiled by his feet, which are turned awkwardly inward. They are innocent and tragic, those feet.