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Nobody
Worn marble terminal steps Deliver you fully clothed Into the path of vague me, Hypothetical observer lately Employed on tachyons backwards Through time from the point of impact. Now I am wondering who did Those charts, those baby blue Stylized muscular constellations? And what scaffolding? Of course I do not see you and we go Down and lie like stunned Pisces Halves tied tails together By the rubber cable of 6:30. I've worked late. Guards Approach. Summoned to the acoustic room Baffled against any voice of mine. You follow them up the marble. Does the falcon know the falconer? No, and the stupid bird has been let Loose indoors. Refugees Lounge at the information kiosk. I telephone and accept assignment Riding collapsing stars to singularity.