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Greg McVerry


We lay back flat
   tasting
reality dripping
from Azriel's spy
glass.
Kaleidoscopes of
   labor
seeking favor
  in truths
condensed in
flavors of
  tall grasses
sipping on
lost
winds
  whispering
in brushes who sing
  a Cartoon
sheen
colored on top of
misplaced dreams, a
broken
cardboard James
  Dean.

New scene.

  teenage fiends
retreating
  to towns
of technocolor
solidarity
in brilliant
moments
  all answers
crystallized by
ignorance of youth
who
sink away

into castles
   structured with
time.

Trestle bridge comes
  to focus
Nature conquering
  industry
but the path
    no longer painted
so less clear

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