Telepathic
lite snow
dust dance
down to this gone fishtown
night of the brown Cookers
& begins speaking to me
only in consonants –
an invisivisible data drop
of seen unseen info packets
\ irrational elegance
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dressed in creepy subsonic urgency
/ all this
my life enough emergency
projected onto a shabby
wall
is a hockey game
nobody watches
across
the narrow street
from
the only 4 people
in there bar
where
3 wizard men
roared
&
soared
sending music
past the psychic snow
way outdoors
vaulting yearning endless dark
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