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Mission
I dug a huge momentum out of the ground
so big it made grooves in my back and lanes
in my feet and people watched and shouted
approval, some clapped, I staggered under
its weight and did not see who I passed just
moving without buckling along streets painted
yellow and gold heading to where I thought
the gods might dwell, hoping to catch them in;
busy, I suspected, from burying momentums
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Clive Culverhouse
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