old problems consider geology

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you blood brothers
could minds at your long
uncircled attention
stamp like vesuvius

no flood could upset you
your sleeping minds and
fingers busy tracing
chelsea smiles onto themselves

no black lip or landslide
could have off with your groundleaning days
of crosslegged parkbench panoply
for just a dull second

but strata saved your pull
that jarred terrain of
scraping sets and drawn faces
too stiff now to shape

goldcapped teeth at attention
of obituary borders
those columns tremor threw
to your coattails

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