A chrome gun glittering
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos
of inferno light, hot.
White smoke from a funeral pyre,
drifts like ghosts over this lost terrain.
The hum of traffic
on a different shore,
each appealing in his own discourse,
each the shadow of a passing memory,
faces of...
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