Apr 1, 2014
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Babylon Mic Check
As if ears
were not ears but body
swimming through
a common sounded space
How they embrace
it the new ones with nothing
they fear
to lose to occupy
the street is to meet
and assemble, greet and garble
what truncheoned man
would flatten straight out
O Babylon
yours was a beautiful tower
it was no god
struck it down
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