landscape

At the cardinal points people sing of the useless moon
And burn agricultural treatises and starships day and night.
The unborn and suicides dance away the future,
While the leviathan sends them emails about sailors dead for centuries.
Oceans rest like terrified puppies in the dearth of landscape.

 

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