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This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged

Juliet has aborted her American dreams

With a uranium-gilded coat hanger

Highway sounds ungloom the world now

Star-spangled Heaven’s sheet

Unburden us from the greed

In the aisle of serenity

Where no one walks or stalks

A lingering solar eclipse buttons the sky

A pathway bends toward a stoic horizon

Rough gray hills, short trees, dry scrub

Bottle-brush cacti

A whimsical dark world

The emptiness, the bleakness

Almost beautiful and soothing to a muddied mind

No chaos and color on high

Broken birds float through time

A wooden post fence stands hobbled

A broken gate opens

Time absorbs all life

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