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In that long receding

I read a few poems and iced my thoughts;

causeway to some private nomenclature

and the coil I cannot shuffle off.

I read a few poems and iced my thoughts,

alone in the elysian field of memory

and the coil I cannot shuffle off.

Clutching my bonus points, alone

in the elysian fields of memory,

dreading the load speakers

and clutching my bonus points.

I bivouacked through a ©Habitrail of desire.

And in that long receding

I composed a requiem for all the other shoppers,

bivouacking their way through a ©Habitrail of desire

and the coil they cannot shuffle off.