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Spanish in background--the northern lights
are burnt into CME sky tonight--somewhere
--where--it's not very cold--I'm
waiting, the sunset was cold embers
and cola burning, bright--it's getting
on to be--scary--or dark or--
and there's a quiet that drifts west
a quiet they're taking away--a--
I can't write about it or I'll be on those
FEMA trains--concentration trains--
cattle trains--Agenda 21, the future,
the road, the wilderness, the mountains
without beginning--the rivers dried up
but flowing beyond our sight--the ghost--
razor wire--demons--my angel reeling
a cold song bleeding--naked and
staring at gas chamber walls, shower
head, chilling floor--we are
at an--end--we deny it