Playing Roulette In Houndstooth

Satellites catch our thoughts   (we're there)

People wearing spectacles
are asked to step backwards

Wars are shortened to fit
into prime time nightly news.

With headlights on
highbeams history   accelerates
but then misses the turn.       so now,
                                see if
                              that works.

Years pass but the
road keeps on going.

"Can the dimensions of inner
purity be measured in a speck
of dust", she will later ask.

Even bears sometimes
speak of sacrifice
                   & behind us
                   pebbles all argue
                   at once

(for things to exist)
After all is said and done.
Silence remains the best bet.   

Maurice Oliver

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