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Majesty
sad to say and very sorry but
just to be alone more and more
seems in creasingly
desire able
some purity of form
in the austerities
of needing not to
relate nor to
extend inter
active ly but
simply to take one
little moment to
breathe out and
breathe in again
letting this
heart perk
on its own a bit further
along the electrocar
diographic railway
unperturbed for a little moment
by empathetic stops nor
terminal outcomes remotely
imaginal nor any
howsoever clickety
clacks down the tracks
past this quiet little
burg named New Oblivion
like one of those biblical
dots in Utah
with a pop
ulation of One maybe Two
in solitary occupations
no services no civic club
logos posted no chamber
of commerce just pollen
sweeping in yellow waves
off the fruited
plains in the lee
of purple mountains
majesty
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