i see the mississippi river
i think muffins i think garbage
houses that look like old shoes
steam comes up from the factories
pressing wood pressing grain sacrificing junk
sacrificing the pitted terrain of oranges
seen in a microscope
always hope though
alas pure unadulterated energy
from suns from kisses from buggy whips
from racing one thing into another
falling away from the center
when you eventually assume ruin
eventually you assume ending
but find the dreamy center
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