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freedom fills the vacuum

and the moon is full.

the pale wisteria pleased me

for a while;  I belonged

in my garden.  I don’t know

if it’s rare, but there’s a word

for birds who walk by hopping.

the automated piano

in the hospital lobby

plays a Clair de Lune, soft

staccato, the trees, artificial

or alive, are a nice touch.

‘if winter comes, can spring

be far behind?’ the city asks;

behind me on the train,

someone is talking about a god

and a child.  strange creature

what can you teach me?

there is a moment in The Waves.

so too the Mahabharata.  sir

can you embody the militia?

it’s high time for an excise tax. 

conscription riots 

in every state, no resistance

in the field.  she delivers 

the sermon a statement

of fact, something re:

efficacy, violence, congress

the sky being blue.  where,

a raised hand asks, is consent

in your logic of coercion

and capitulation?  mnmm

in Xanadu, I accept the internet

use policy.   I do.