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Red State
It is the same thing
that lives here
randomly fulfilling expectations
in less reliable form
though not as softly
or hard to hear
as painfully
we try to cure its narrowness
its tuberculosis
with household tiger's blood
and bowls of black cherries
Were we faithful
having some mark
or implied claim
to share in human delicacy
The perpetual sounds of sensation
that account for speech
damaging our dreams
our flesh
our hidden tunnels to the surface
This accumulation of dry rust
that flakes into shadows
like the smoky vapor of cities
lingering in time
How many thoughts can sustain
the turbulent proof of language
or the removal of tasteless amusement
In the manufactured structure
a paradise of the deceased
argues for physical shape
yet can never contain
nor even acknowledge
willingly
its most vital place
that lives here
randomly fulfilling expectations
in less reliable form
though not as softly
or hard to hear
as painfully
we try to cure its narrowness
its tuberculosis
with household tiger's blood
and bowls of black cherries
Were we faithful
having some mark
or implied claim
to share in human delicacy
The perpetual sounds of sensation
that account for speech
damaging our dreams
our flesh
our hidden tunnels to the surface
This accumulation of dry rust
that flakes into shadows
like the smoky vapor of cities
lingering in time
How many thoughts can sustain
the turbulent proof of language
or the removal of tasteless amusement
In the manufactured structure
a paradise of the deceased
argues for physical shape
yet can never contain
nor even acknowledge
willingly
its most vital place
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