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Is it any wonder, the sky
back to the winged seraphs

in depictions of white angels
haunted by clouds, that you

respect the calloused hands
of winsome noise?  Does it matter?

When, when so little means so much,
will it be that the red lapels

of éclairs rejuvenate respect?
Can it be done?  Silence.  Silence.

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