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Time forms enclosed on the stairs

in simple droplets he lets them go

Beating downwards a wrath of unseen gestures

Going backwards with a touch of maddness

Inoppertune time, that, and with a wink

could just come the conclusion you were seeking

A terrible flash amongst the shuffling papers

"Over-Verbosity Plagues the City!"cries the

newspaperhead, teutonic and black, a roman sentinel

I am lost again, no wonder, and not surprising in the

least, Behold, an angry moniker, faded and bruised,

and the nihilists creep throughout the suburbs and

feed on the lonely, lupine and starving, feeding on

the car exhaust and the lonely halos dipped in

aerosal lacquer, packs of wolverines, devils in disguise

Suffering white excuses, pained into expressions,

exaspperation, stuffed on a breezy day.