while traveling
we met human beings:
trenchant trench knife transonic
diffident diplomat despondent
the kite-flyers say,
until the winds stop,
our work may never end

* * *

half-blind mastiff
	engaged to carbonaceous fuels

you have dulled
the razor edge of your mind
on sorrows innumerable

* * *

divisions of Roman ruins
and mythologies like towers
tumbling to the Earth
scattered over the wasteland
		of the stars

* * *

now I have fooled everyone,
deceived even you
liar, lying, lied
fantasy/infanticide

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