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in every dream
about never crying again

there is a right angle

a point of view, a spin to be spun

to some just meaningless libretto of expression

now, I scold the passing of time

in this, land misaligned,

my pockets full with labor

and the horizons, I assume I will examine
where I enter my name

my only cautious chance

like so many, the ambiguous are remembered
drifting in their obscure desire

what makes them less than guiltless? 

as mangled angels appear
shaken on this earth, almost qualified to advance

cynical types speculate that I have romantic motives 

that I push my toil in print as some kind of abnormal passion

and the prominent who subsequently become leaders argue 

that the attention I receive

will trouble my turbulent life 

with all the concerns that I have chronicled