Now doesn’t it look good, this neurotic
Frolicking? Cars are easing into carts,
Cemeteries are ripe and ready for picking
Like the tangerine festoons of a forgotten harvest
(A pin drops to the floor and is forgotten too)
While calendars swoon and reconstruct
Wilted paper boats, airplanes on barbed wire.
Everything extracts itself like a leaf.
This movement is a farce and needs to be reset.
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