First rut is deepest

A breeze, glancing off my arms and the temperature -
digital outside
So swings by the window-cleaner, who shuffles off quick
suspended. His rope and hat
The solitary ballad of the air conditioner -

Siren duets double into triple echoes, off on all fours
to all four corners of the earth.
Sick and sleepy morning, underground in a worm hole
worming rush
Sweet beach in my mind, with the crane, over my eyebrows,
brain, reading clouds, scraping building tops -
mechanical eidolon
ALL buildings frown at the crane, morose and global

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