in the deep
compost of the past
on which we've grown tall
and cannot grow back
limbs lost
step on it
until it's compact
until it's opaque
until you grow
into the very sky
it's summer again
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Superheated air streams in Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...
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