42.

    Face

    That could be a blanket
    across the land shimmering
    with what once was
    considered and inward bending and now
    after the edge of
    sleeplessness is cut off from it
    and bodies are now willingly weighted
    with it against the wind
    you can make out cities
    fading and arriving
    flames and night skies of
    billions within a face
    any face coming or
    just going


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