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6.

Specimen Hello
 

Sanded light & soapy rain
fall in an alien dale,
no soundtrack.       Not as in generic manu-
factured dream

                                   but in-
describably real.

Nonsense     makes sense     9 to 5

cubed     or oblong     between shaves
a thousand years
                                 from Tuesday.
 
 

Translated, nothing
means nothing       but everything
                                                                  depends

on this polymer of instants,
                                                     stellar debris,

home.