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I to remain sane to help evolve hare- brained and who says the hare has an inferior brain for the snow that fell on trees we did not know then idols march while we watch people tie laces she had braces I gave her vanilla while stars exploded into brazen quilts I touched them with my malignant wand and now the chrysanthemums wilt in the heat that melts windshields while we hold mountains in our encrusted hands II and then the dusting of yesterday’s socks flocks of cloud run away even as I honk funny music falls into a gas station tea shop terrace of rice even here there is vice look at the moon eaten away with disease look at the wars that stars fight in headlight look at your fingers inch into the withered ice just so they can be wise