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Feb 2014
Waves o'er the waves.
Waves u'er the waves.
Waves waving to us on the shore.

A space shuttle destroying itself
to get to the stars,
causing it's own earthquake,
a big **** of fire
speeding it through gravity's
invisible leash,
another violence only possible
in the 20th century.

The quails calm on the wires...
Matt Proctor
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