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Descending the Slope
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5 descending the slope I need a cliff I need zero I need a cliff at 6:20, and noise sounds thru pasty soil of bus coughing and spitting early morn fuel. Think it’s over? (the lights coughing near sky . . . and orange brown dispersion town). There’s the cliff, there’s the horrible cock cracking his lungs to the cliff. Do you have guts? Yes I have guts and a balloon. We underestimate the whole process. So what if there are knots in wood. They’re smaller than all the spots of rain, but tomorrow we’ll leave while sky becomes poles of rain, leave while clouds hounding row stones regulate the scene . The Michoacan river wheels along the ropey scene, and then it all ends: tomorrow I mean feast of visions Instead it’s that one damn spot on the stained glass walls of Mexico that looks like a man wading his way in mud or water. ...