shut up faces of places we go we are tired of trying to
board my presence we don’t mention you crying you envy that edge for to keep it
from coming to bear on the matter the pressure disaster swelling above the crowd the swelling crowd bearing on their hands a hard rhetoric a cask
draped in the black banner provided its note through the new tone mounted in fear pressing down harder trying to fit the lips of the
process over the sex of the concept how irresponsive regardless heartless wish
it had never started.
WEnare the face of places, tired we flip through the
catalogue of instances try and find an situation that will fiT the mood Fit to
feed computing machine bleep blop a punchcard pops out your mouth the langage
of pressure the invisible presence a-a cream IN visible creams hard bearing
there where they’re revolving in the center where all the threads are blended the
crowd gathered Under the grey half dome Under the giant tRemors begin
irRepresSible not thoughtS exactly an image you can Run with - why has the
crowd gathered
They
/ upset / something (are, about)
- Why has
the helicopter / (arrived)
Private security
In
one of these buildings perhaps in a suit e
The
target trembling / (hiding) a function
ary
ultimately a chain of puppets; )
that
is what one pulls back
the
curtain reveal a tower high as
justice
all types /
motion / happening (of, are) helicopters garner attention with their roar the
little droplets
glisten
pouring
from their bellies, look see the muzzles poking out
the
sides gleam like camera lenses they are ready to take pictures
The
crowd is passing a small box
around
in pah there upstretched hands s a
picture on the box, but we can’t make it out. Goodbye.
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