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The first person is an existentialist

like trash in the groin of the sand dunes

like a brown cardboard home beside a dam

like seeing like things the same

between Death Valley and the desert of Paran

An earthquake a turret with arms and legs

The second person is the beloved

like winners taking the hit

like looking down on Utah as if

it was Saudi Arabia or Pakistan

like war-planes out of Miramar

like a split cult a jolt of coke New York

like Mexico in its deep beige couplets

like this, like that ... like Call us all It

Thou It. "Sky to Spirit! Call us all It!"

The third person is a materialist.

9/11

Fanny Howe

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