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Archaeology becomes less tactile
Than a language you don’t care about.
Winds belong to the trees and the serpents now,
Dilapidated train stations are nothing but a hoax,
Passengers wait for the ties to rot, tomatoes
Climb to the moon buried in shopping bags.
I am telling you, let’s grow rails in flowerpots.

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