Thursday, April 15, 2010


If the buildings stacked
Up on the shore of our perpetrated
Language materialized as what
We could have been

Those you missed the things
You missed in their firstnesses they would seem
To step from out of some portion of the blame
They would say we are actually missed*

How we work would not be whole
Not what we produce or legislate
How this will have been

The only place we could be
Or see so we are called from
Wrecks to light dreaming.

* Some time still seems to be missing us

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