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POEM HALF VISIBLE HALF INVISIBLE

Hey Mrs. Taffeta Placemat
How I Called the Game
Krygystan is free
Music made a style out of
Those whispered directions
Everybody maintained an extra life
and there planes fly glowing
I was telling this past-tense sci-fi
The full reflective light
Comes off his collar
And stays within the room
Bright moon inside me