falling up
feeling all four sides of an elevator
the rush of money catching up
in rooms controlled by design
around the conference table
eager knives
“let’s begin”
(Eating meat we broke the animal’s neck, killed the hated ones.
dragged their wives to our beds, drank deep and sang without knowing the words.)
gold pens running red
images befall a darkened wall
click a mouse
crack a rock
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