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| painting by Brad Kunkle |
blacks and whites stand stark, apart,
ready for the race to begin.
At the gunshot they run
and the stripes flash like ants on the screen,
a dance we invented ourselves.
Thoughts swarm, eyes swarm,
blinking pestilence ready for a place to land -
wherever the blood spills.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Glasser, Apply
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