we who remember the suns of other planets must keep still, keep
silence now on earth where we do not live and where the company has
changed hands the company has changed hands and the star flecked
armories are few
where we renew a language men have forgot as they have forgotten
themselves so we are trained in outward life to get on board, to be team
players to direct our glassiest gaze at the ever shifting Brands some say
we
exist to accommodate so that we must relegate ourselves, to participate
all this is dry rot for we are caught by Christ and remember
Forever as even the smallest children do
dressed in blue, examining with surprise
the high pink celestial clouds
let them build their stockades and dangle the keys
to the cities beyond our reach
there is another country...our enforced
lamentable and ecstatic hearts
inhabit
when the peach still shines through leaden clouds accumulating above
the office parks
above the ghosts of trees
and how I wished in the summer breeze I could elude
the smokers on break in the front of the building and
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