merondlipa
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Once mean, the weather's now turned murderous
& i imagine etched into the sidewalk
silhouettes of those unwise afoot.
O bring it on, you cataracts of hap
as on Hiroshima the mad stilbs poured;
as one faint whine enraged a summer day,
the curious & the heedless fried alike.
we are so bent upon our No-Escape:
a Grail that snags all eyes & quells all witness.
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