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after all this time, Beirut
to die on any hill (if it's easy enough to climb)
wooden giants and mechanical birds
in dandelion fields
of the always puzzle of living and doing
for now we leave the sky to the tyrants, and dig
everyone i love is sleeping and i love them so so much
the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husband you have outgrown
there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws to find them
you saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching
sounds from home
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