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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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A cataract moon cloaked in its charcoal fog slowly seeps among the trees; its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long slow funeral of America is taking its time; its pallbearers' hands strain…
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