CONSULT THE DIRECTORY
In amazingly contradictory ways, I can
watch you sing; a mixture as strange as
the very world itself. Disrobe or change
Clothing. Walk down the street alone.
Speak to someone, on your telephone.
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Here's the apple that went to Albuquerque.
There's the lampshade of Geronimo. In
this half-light of a sutured time, it all
looks the same to me.
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