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eponymous
like a scrabble game you lose control of and watch degenerate into a babelian mess of obscure two-letter words
and the patois of language resonating across the board is like an exotic sea port two Friday afternoon drunks
know this watching the foxtel replay hanging above the bar leaning into each other as campese snatches an
unlikely intercept their body language is like a theoretical snowflake only time can create this
stirring from his haze the dog looks out slowly over the roadworks towards the shimmering blue city jerking his head
to the cranky rhythm of an insistent fly they have seen each other here before they have shared seasons downpours deluges
and droughts tomorrow somebody will depart this misenscene but for the time being being they remain unawares i know it
i am a painter a frustrated rockstar an eye in some cities a spy through the sound and the fury of jackhammers
and traffic it has come to this it feels strange to stand in this place that i have dreamed of for centuries
carved an infinity out of my finite desires we have blasted rock and drained oceans for this can i justify it can you?
piano to hip hop beats defines the frame of reference minutes ago this had never happened we have scored the surfaces
of history and the two drunks whose lives shared the moral permanence of gold fade into the shadows like a futures trader
disappearing after financial collapse or an evil golem my precious my precious this has all fallen out of the air i picked it up as it was
falling…
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