your exit signs are oracles
that buckle under flocks of harmless omens
fathers’ fathers watchful of observant eyes
red glare and military awkwardness
artworks to be noticed and sped forward
clothed communist with traits exposed
associated illnesses and muted clouds
electric as the heap of movement
predetermined ornamented route
swerving like beheaded snakes
the waverings from course
in circumstance familiar and jolting
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