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Now I know no one sees or feels
a thumbprint sage’s double image
My voice echoes not for long
I have no king, know no king
no one sees ‘now’ turn to ‘then’
as all around screens fall dumb
and bombers’ inscribed targets
stretch in concentric lines
Words overgone bad to worse
foretell new ice ages coming
Drop your freed-up pretense
their lies will overwrite
haul out your memorabilia
laugh at the space helmets
spoils of each love and war
shrouded in a storage unit
These encircling fences
no one attempts to escape
like fine art sunglasses
pry cash from the masses
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