Looting Mary-Celeste
Sundin Richards

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I can�t wait to collapse
into perfection a gold
formulation of sun on
leaves of the New World
known flimflammery
towers with windows
faster than anything
rasp over the power
lines even birds
please let�s remember
the day and the hour
among dirt and diamonds
there�s no seeing where
there is to get to
this thing which is not
a sign
let�s have a three
day Triumph with useless
equipment and flashing
canaries and every notic
able slavery
that was the last place
of dogs and bandits
the long wash rubs out
memory known foreign face
a choir invisible blue stars
on a white field
it�s not rocket surgery
and the risk factor has �
never been higher

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