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Gambryon 1                                   
                                         
                                             
Rills of desert beyond care.
Behind the eyes: vacant seas.          
Nothing.  Nut-thing.  No thing, thing.     
What thing?  The camel// is dead.         
Neutrino chains.  Nano spies.      
Who stood/ in the doorway?  Oh.
Old bloody rose.  Cold cigar.
That Dogon dog, Sirius.                
Why?  That is the question.  There
it hangs/ like a pendulum             
in an unwound clock.  Such years
back/ no one remembers.  Not
even the Dogon?  Myth?  Blank.
When shall we two tryst again?
After time.  Had I a brain/
it would kill me.  Specter, Sir.
Yes.  Life sucks.  Ask any tree.          
                                    
                                   
        completed 2008-07-26
                                     
                                         
                                       
                                    
                                       
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