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now you'll listen-

like i listened in ernest

as you talked

within our safeship

about the future

and laughed-

reimbursing the past

but in your wisdom-

toppled the kettle and

scorned the electric—

the time has passed and

with it

my cabled emotions

dragged through depressions

packed into pastry

angered into oblivion

i see nothing-

but a red ragged blotch

where you used to be