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The corners of the sky pull tight
the clouds shift violently on one plane

Someone put a quarter in the gum machine
Somehow I popped out of the end of the universe

He couldn't ask a real question, that would scare him
Instead, he tottered between enchanting and tiresome

A wave rose to the sky and froze
I walked along it and then broke through it's crust

I woke up in a screaming, grating red desert
What did I find behind some rocks but an escalator

I must be alone in  my search
For you, like a monk, smile with empty