USING ONLY THE
RIGID FORMATION
I came out of the mist from somewhere
I guess. Before my time I remember so
little. Car-shine glinted off cars in the
sun, and I remember that hitting my eyes
when young. Now, I think nothing of it
at all. In a somnolent way I move on.
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Card-sharks and depilatron matrons;
Asian ladies always plucking hairs.
Tall guys, of old, made taller by
tophats and vertically long coats -
sold by the inch, I'm sure. There's
money for the taking (and I should
know where there's more). But I don't.
My vein is depleted; the motherlode
gone. This mineshaft is empty. I'd
best move on.
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