No Directions Homing
mirrors cried
over coming pyramids
whatever way the river ran
matters leased
a tensing presence
manic impresario markets nostalgia
tours a force
controlled pundits running
barrier language
against the shoals
in search of glass attendance
an afterthought
intones parking language in starter lots
carefully honed
amid the sunning ones on tour
who need a -scape
their place unknown
coming or going glimmers
whatever way ran the river
Trade Picture
sharking vows
daguerrotype swagger
lounge repellent invocations
greeted anomaly full plumage
no detector left unveiled
tower fires
open semblance pockets
vestibule throttles murmur
when dissidents pronounce
new enunciation stickers
renouncing
other citizens once shipped
to dagger land promises
a starkly proud restoration
legends vying for vision
sleep invective
couriers low their magic
fecundity bellows a moaning ship
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