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He has built a town in the garden.

Do unto others as you would.

It carried me away.

It carried me away –

that matter is required between creations.

You do and have done unto you

any number of jewelled, riverine shot

in cities built up in a garden.

The heat in the space you were.

The one bloom on the terrace

and the rip in the cirrus, many in bloom

and your body used up all night.

Incident west of Blagovashensk, altitude unreported, September 5, 1970.