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so many hearts singe with my feelings so many streets flats nations bistros prairies hold my frenzies hopes

here fields and bungalows and dogs on chains but there's one sky & sun one subtle puppetry

I'd like my words to enter prairie rooms ship holds to murmur some ecstatic forest vision find kin in prisoners in solitude crowds each with his flame

so many flames at once would burn up burdens ancient city walls neural fortresses