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The Remainders by Paul Duling We wake from some ancient perfect land, and think of how to meet the cost of getting up, where to go among the streets to earn another night up all-day flights of stairs to "No, we don't need you" return to the stranded room count our pieces of the day. In the darkness growing under the ceiling's carousel all-night neons wink from tramp stores an instant there not there off on truth untruth confirmed voided We lie among velvet trees and draw around us leaves of sleep. © Copyright, Paul Duling 1990, All Rights Reserved. |
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