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THE LAND OF DOUBLE-ENTRY BOOKKEEPING

In those days when the world was quiet
And all the pressurized gumbo compared
Was heat and pepperpower, a man could
Wake up alone from a dream of pine trees
To the tractor trailer trumpet shunting
All that time allows a little boy praise:

Cuneiform fantasies of business,
Eternal inventory, sales, and yes
From time to time returns. Not part of life,
No shatterlife permitted here.
Just, in dreaming's kitsch-distorted reason,
The savannah's hunt adrenaline.