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War’s End (The People Can’t Leave; Not While They’re Logged In)

No abuse and no harm A given right to the gift of man And prophecy world At the night of beginning We slept before,- at the grace of an open sky And no more thoughts to remember This December of thought And open imagine With the images of then Pilings along the driveway In sinewy views A rod to war with Under the sheen of this dance Wailing for her The times of a great omen A distant few- in the sight of Just In And in progress then,- forts and fortresses end To the bitter cross At the Aegean Sea And nights of ten Avoiding the rise Not under this moon,- but forgotten.

In sacred breath These times that I miss No logo had- on a IIsi And very few were The speed of forgotten Every sound- let the radio play And that’s us And I think of you, Andrew We left our mark- on the distal I had love for you, day And the justice within Newly at fault As a lover is for And every man has spoken By the view of the sulphur In distance on the runway To the right of the Earth And engine plane I avoided to Trudeau These nights how they last In the beauty of height And remembered of this- The scars, eight of them A sign I will be- undelivered Without our joy- as many were Placations then,- to our postcard And of your tour These species of words Let the night elect- another man.

And I will object- to the willing And praying at word Why this peace to find just me Apropos and extraordinarily Why, Justice Wild,- did our day bring in And fairing for lot I see how in you The nights to remind you- that I was a plane And Heavengood- to speak as they say Thereabout,- That tigers have ends And solely proper I receded to him My nightly whisper And with a new name Running then,- latent as while It was social me,- and I ran to the Earth In waking flame- of a world to watch And swimly weapon- at solemntide And wearing pretend In this Summer gone by Like Spruce And the hammer go by Flashing first To two thousand past The lights at her veil I sought and I had But received,- Recovered Distance reality Creating of verse- to the centaur And the universe imperil Seizing these imperfections Economy first- to the judge of a man Firestorm upon wheat I prayed as distress The dining room folds As a quarter past Heaven Fortress be The forever war As forgotten to loan A spare part and barren,- Last to Iceland.