and Spanish daydreams on loan from Kalispell with interest
order, disorder, turpitude, disgrace
strand, beach, peace, water-wing sinking with a wreath crest
police, brood goal of death, feeding
where does that control go, though, if the shell is gone to eat
and the boil dispersed with vengeance
does it revert and contempt, stop needing star charts to march
or cobble, nail, hammer, Heidegger
nothing much, but what of us, wondering apart, in an altar zone
before the reliquary of Nietzsche
or the missing history of story, suspiciously, of missing history
not only handshakes, Derrida gloving for martyr
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