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the clank and graunch of distant industry
and government brushed pillared and ghostly
across the known horizon, blue and sullied
through un-attributable disclaiment;
nothing has happened until it has stopped
and only then is there fiery grandeur of
retrospect; you can hold the power
the higher you mast and defy all
settled relation, but the sun will always set
with rust in the sky like dried blood and
in turgid reflection
woven within and despite The Fighting ‘Teméraire’ tugged to her last berth to be broken up, 1838 by William Turner
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blue wormhole: threshold to behold
ghosts wormhole: so, how long is, a piece of string?
horizon wormhole: Puerto del Carmen
politics wormhole: 10/28 ‘On hot days …’ by William Carlos Williams
power wormhole: the old man;
reflection wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
river wormhole: on facing the Have
sky wormhole: A Corner of the Garden at the Hermitage, 1877
sound wormhole: abandoned sound mirrors
mlewisredford 
Nothing bad ever changes for the good, does it? You sent me to the dictionary for “graunch.” I can hear the destruction all around me.
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but sometimes, the bad becomes self-conscious and just; stops
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