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(the power goes out)

and the shadows take on
   circular meanings: the dark

sends you reeling, exhausts
   as it must have the prim

pioneers of the plain. the day
   of labor then this cast

blackness, thick with cricket songs
   and vertigo. Some atavistic

reflex twitches.

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