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Feeling set aside
This bubble of rust
The changes are named
After the late general

The words are clocked
Under the tea by time
With a vagueness only
The watched pot fakes

Also blimps minted widow
Fanta drinkers craving
A neolithic muumuu's
Chiseled folds in stone

Somehow knowing that's
How the Russian goon
Made his verses doesn't
Relax my wary gloom

And yet and yet
The process with a long o
Goes forward from the ether
Down to the charged field

Or rather the connection
Feels its way directly
Instantly between
These end points