The filmunder an eyelidThe roomfulof people& afterwardsThe facepressedto a pillowAn irritantas the smokepassesin the mindin a huton a field of artilleryin a fire of napalm
surceasesurceasethe cloud's edgea crackin the sun's facesurceasesurceasethe church towerdead eastin the morningsbrown hair tied with a black felt ribbona building with the windows gonemen throwing boards from a truckas thusfrom the mind's lightas I lay
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