the skies call
silver screen clouds
the name of each city
below
but as the droplets change
and the reasons shift
faith renders smokestacks burning
the chuffmachine
wagwongering its crooked finger
in the face some something small
and opening
the projection over formless white peel
rejects T(oronto, Albany, Amherst, Boston
in favor of cloudless pastures
where the mind grazes eye in eye
the guns of the house unbuckle
and the walls breathe in
in that moment before
exploding open.
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