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Sunset at the Pacific
Out here we're made of cyclone fence and
Boxes where we store folded sunsets they could
Break your will the
Dance of being hauled away for sitting for
Not taking the invitation to leave
Not for now and the ritual movements will make you
Keen old songs you should know
Will drag from your tongue the language of the gods of
Pavement and accusation the doors and
Windows in this place don't open we
Don't remember how to build them that way and the
Ships come and go to a different schedule
Ceremony
In the ceremony of belonging we
Decorate each other with spirals of
Razor wire and
Dance ourselves unbalanced
Unfixable we burn the family house down
We will cut each other to watch the wounds heal
Admire the strength we stress
Measure ourselves against and know that
We can't win the
Fight we don't start
We know the ceremony
Song
Poultice and still we
Pick at one another like a scab
We choose the scar
Relic
These are the buildings marked for death
Community of angles
Relic shapes
Cast from life when vital
Not fallen but
Leaning into an unlucky
Inconvenient
Light
Marked and marking
Accidental tracks
Fossils
Unintended letters
We used to call it community
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