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Human fields that I make complete
in the wind the roars and the waters
with their muffled Ancient Greece
and Rome roamed by dogs and cannibals,
I hear their feet moving away, stumbling
Quaternary corn lands inside the gold
the molecule collapses ex abrupto,
glowing atom in the technique of the sky.
On the meadows intelligent women
and the culture that they take care of
on the road rodents looking around
with a feeling righter of wrongs.
Patriotic jackasses in prose come
to grips for a joke. An oceanic longing
for all that exists carries me.
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