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I have trouble going farther than this.
America how have I forgotten you in my mystery, with numbed eyes,
My mouth opens, the word implodes, and freezes the hairs of my tongue,
Television waves explore my secrets intimately,
And lays them out in the dreamscape of your chaos, America.
There's nothing on the edge over there,
City landscapes obliterated by burning minds,
Small towns forget me in their brilliance,
Falling winking hands come at you.
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