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some call it hope
 
Far off in perpetuity
beyond the echoes
of blood and majesty,
temper, favour
and podium,
a radio crackled
and promised something
like destination
 
for the limp, for the political,
for the silence of vision,
the invisibility of mantra,
the simplicity not yet
accomplished.
 
New dwelling. New dwelling.
 

 

 

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