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there's some sort of crystal in the pavement
shining like a pixel
sidewalk feels reel
like a digital blockbuster seen from the front row

twist your neck and try not to feel like your dead

there's breath on this glass
something remembered
the day the grass grew up all around you
so you cut it down and sold the seeds
for a cigar store indian

tempted the new son to crawl down from his electric steeple

enlist him to hammer out destiny
manifest tangible in iron

you realize they've run out of popcorn