The Index of Directions

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Black limousine the driver\'s face hidden

Roars down city streets

Littered with scraps of paper

This one reads:

1 static

2 thunder receding

3 birds circle in threes

4 oblique lines of water

5 five cigarette butts form a kind of map, a kind of maze

6 scraps of paper, reads:

Black limousine roars down city streets, littered with scraps of paper.

Faces full have cancelled checks. This city pokes its grimy finger in the sky.

We burn them with cigarettes. We burn out their sixth floors.

The future’s not ours. To see.

Que sera incindera

Whatever will be will burn.

Whatever will be will burn.

Whatever will be we’ll burn.

Spiders down on their faces.

 Cancel the checks. Cancel the checks. Cancel the checks, please!

Black limousine roars down city streets,

7 The rest, blackened – obliterated

8 More ash nearby

9 Burn up the scraps

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(Zero, zero, zeeeee-roh!)

Cancel the checks!

And with the realization that everything had already been said

I set out

shatter it ALL to pieces

and build it anew

into whatever form I choose

And with the realization that everything had already been said

I set out

to shatter it ALL to pieces

to build it anew into whatever form I choose

I choose to build.