neurotic clubhouse fruit machine
eschewing the balding pasture
and a twenty-two scuff rapture
dial-like somehow through the august night
the thrifty skim of sphere on grass roots
happens upon those obsolete airs:
it’s culture’s very own white noise -
but for those frequencies, distant voices
ascending near silence like flares
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