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58 No Change in the Red of the Blue Night There is no edge. Before, there was only a pretense of edge. Now, there is no pretense. Before, there was much talk Of the edge and the system And the movement and The cause and conjunction And conjunction and conjunction, But they were only ands. Pop music has always been Only pop music popping along Popped, pooped, peeped through Little speakers by little speakers And but that’s okay, isn’t it? There is no edge, No place to fear. No Fear is a good thing. Before, there was only a pretense of edge. Sometimes bad things Happen to bad people. Dull things always Happen to dull people. Dull people always Happen to bad things. ...

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