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sometimes
in moments
of visions
the whole
scene takes
place
act by act
the curtain
of Dawn
is drawn
the day moves
by one square
at a time
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like city
blocks
knitted by freeway
cables
the organism
of the civilization
that we are
satellite discs
cocked
to the sky
of our wondering
wandering
imaginations
of life and
of death
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tonight
this mind
minds
a Pacific
storm arriving
in the last
of winter
of a moment
in all
our lifetimes
March
2003
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