my knew
perspective distant light
(themes for the
future)
i was visiting
knife factory in
rushomont
neuojropa
rivers of knives
flew from it
like orinoco
into mitojropan
sea
where have all the
knives gone ―
stuck in hearts
every blade
and i saw it was
good
i filled my
pockets
for free
and the policeman
waved to me
wait till new maps
are drawn
you'll see
we won't be
screwing with
orthography
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