when in bed cat's paw off cliff side cellulose desk
you have failed the test of Yamauba
the mountain is a dim light the mountain is a flatland
the pink toes face west turned to setting suns
where there is a place of enlightenment there are bulldozed lanes
all offices across the gorge are lined empty with furniture
yet the body still remains switchbacks make like fire escapes
up and down and to and from
lead to roof and away from ground
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