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the medicine works

though leaves the passages

dry

triggers sets me thinking of cowboys

we don’t have those here either
the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.
he stood like a dancer,
arms out.

he looked
and moved,
like a dancer.
when the smaller

people go into hiding

where will genius

raise its head again,

among the flat islands of regard?
has been a long time coming, it lasted many years,

now is gone.

all of it, all the straight ideals and weathered work.
were the markers always there
left by some other
wanderer?

on paper
In the studio
that was so precise and quite particular
was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent
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