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  • walk away,

    walk away from the microscope trained backwards
    and from those mirrors with their tinny blusters
    and blinkering blue bars

    walk away from the black-eyed disco lights
    and their pallid extravaganzas
    ever-populated by
    gambling needles, party-puff gunslingers,
    and paranoid gumshoes

    walk away from steel spines and glass-glare
    from hawkers and hucksters
    from salvation and satori, too

    walk away from it all
    and into the arms of weather and world;

    There, in a quiet stand,
    Pine cones are beginning to pop!

    The ripe fruit was plastic,
    the rife clashes were made-up,
    the sex was just a sell.
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