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Ghost Town
Ananke

This is the city you write about: beautiful, naked and swelling.
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And this is its fall, giving itself to drifting and stumbling.
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Under the sweeping motorways children sit cross-legged
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scrying and squinting in black oil for an image of their missing.
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Through its filmy surface, unborn ghosts shimmer in fetal embraces
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puzzle-pressed into each and other, water-locked and spaceless.
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Ashes fall. Sun, dust, and rivers all sleep not. They breathe not. They
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smell white and new--birthing echoes of earthfalls and dreamworlds.
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The stones are full of ghosts, and the concrete you have unhallowed
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is tired, as the universe is tired of echoing its death in cold starlight.
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16 Nov 04

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I don't know why you did this as anonymous... I think it's lovely!  Great job!
 — aforbing

this is very very lovley... i especially like "sun, dust, and rivers all sleep not" very profilic.
 — unknown

it flows into me...and i love it.
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I like young pussy.
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Great imagery which creates a disquieting and surreal picture in the mind.

Larry underneath the arches Lark
 — larrylark

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