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passenger, belated
in a jetplane heading east
i descended into denver
waking up with snow and peaks
everywhere my eyes could reach
back between the bag check and
the guards who must harrass me
i was grinning
all the while waiting
for the sky to come down raining
pigeons crows and clouds of brackish amnesty
castastrophes tip-toeing gingerly
right across the real horizon
we seem to keep mistaking
for a thin imagination passed out
lifeless centuries before us
spreading far and still infecting
still adapting still infesting
breeds instinctly intuition
of complete abstract perfection
an idol implementing that our wings
are clipped and feeble
stumbling to stand on two feet
it sickens me to watch it
and so i turn and keep on walking
inhaling breaths of tasteless talking
