broke a tone, samovar, it’s in the reading
of the liber mortuis where stabilization resides,
where the path brokers a time a place—
a memory of aristocracy’s station. I abstracted
an eye for you, a compassion—stereoscopic
vision, carry forward the impossibilities,
race me for some tacos, arrested with foresight,
comrades, sputter—but never forgive!
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