buster keaton
to be
thrown around space
by loving father
who knew good
act when he
saw one
other day
coming
territory
self
exquisite melodrama
who went before
committee crying clearly
you drinking
nectar on balcony
watching
with will
you have parable
to tell
that promised
to partner
who came here
first name
in book
making move
you cannot see
people congregating
outside door
plead melancholia
climb mountain
one or two
times in year
this last
next
whatever
we call
fabric tearing tapestry
fall
enter this
time
somewhere in ghetto
plague's free
ordered my dose
singular
though i'm puritan
by any standard
you want to
wail by wall
when you go
go somewhere
perhaps quarantine
numbers growing
faster than you
think possible
look out window
you are
no longer outcast
but in uniform
holding candle
suggested
book of revelations
becoming banal
others keeping vigil
once so ordained
amongst pestilence
enter
another museum
gather my clothes
enter ministry
with brochure
last resort
auction
breath
plough earth
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