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With the brilliant pink, white
and black good 'n' plenty Western sunset,
I realize the sky has split
for real
over on the plain above
the quagmire
this time,
and I do see
to the other side
and its indifferent poised
choler and gorgon stare
of reproach and long
pulverized peace
into a loneliness
that no logarithm
or pupate
can reconcile.
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