DIRIGIBLE FEATURES
Even the most rotund, even the roundest design,
still has discernible edges and lines. The blob in
the sky, slowly creating, coming over us, floating
by, has a shape I recognize. The shape of mankind.
And lies. That's the shadow over everything.
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My last mistake was designing the hour I wished :
a number of minutes, overhung and elapsed, allowed
to build on themselves. Being something we are not.
Oh, I do not like noise. That goes as well - give me
a silent brood, if you must brood me at all.
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The man in green with the derby hat, he looks
like he's going to a show. Unfortunately for him,
and me I guess as well, his 14th Street car alarm
has gone off again, and he's fumbling for some keys.
That's the shape of panic, and annoyance. A combined
and featureless landscape imparting - to the forlorn -
just another bother to have to deal with. I know I cannot
egg him on, but - Jeez! - turn off that car alarm.
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