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A fallacy of norms. In metrological precision. Syntactical line adherence. Utopian chrysalis. Brash emperor deciding a skydance. The iceberg of holographic coin like the cave of healing water placed outside the latitude. He is made to wander the night of the city because the electric light will open around him. We watch the miracle from the hill.

Cold images align as the morning glow becomes the mechanical hour. Clamshell, closed-cell extruded polystyrene foam. Bars of rusting cream. Video of an old hero and the sad guilt of the need for a hero. White tanks on the roof, I dream often of the crying comedian. BBQ at the girlfriend’s. Clowns drunk on the beach.

The bag resembles the flag of the interior.

MICHAEL BORTH is a writer from The Hudson Valley. His work appears in Otoliths, Trampoline, Spectra Poets, DFL Lit, and elsewhere. He is the author of The Health Department, a novel available here:

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