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Unfinished (#5) Cold wind
moving in from afar - death in the park, another senseless murder,
child mutilated, red sky calling, inserts deep inside, warm glow
from the feet up - this could be Hell Twelve noon
lined up against the wall - about face, load fire. Ten shots echo
in faraway African town. CIA report "No cause to worry - everything
under control" On the beach
looking for old friends - cities springing up all around - metallic
glow reflecting a coldness felt only once in childhood. Money for
this, money for that, money for nothing. I guess they died some time ago. Walking on water
- Moses crosses the Red Sea - world peace intact, with a deep sigh
he turns to face the wall, hand in hand they disappear into the
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