A skyline has seen its last stage
Pursuing another sunset
The
Is perspective a spire, a strait, a place?
-- to
Day brings militant action in a frenzy of silent brainwork
Don't tell me that I'm too big for the cloths
Walking through injury distance collapses over vague selection.
They are
Meandering down streets of no travail
for which workmen once offered
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