In the electric half-light of the gingerbread garden:
the mercury arc vapor light on the petals unreal.
It's a hubcap pastiche on the hobo patio.It's all waiting, waiting under the bridge.
"Now, you, have you followed my path, over these border-lands?
Have you not caught my song in flight, the barely recognizable tempo, a melody that tugs at a vinyl-
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