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totally molecular rocket ricochet whizzes
along ice in fashionable motorcycle detailing
speaking of clout, sequins gleam on the tailflap

outglitter candles, there was that leathery judgement
ending the inquiry (unusual October blizzards)
when the satellite was steered into Venus, silenced

the same as Einstein. But it still collides
incessantly at New Year's Eve parties, same as all of us
under familial observaion, boogying on out

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