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By | 14 February 2008

the tram lingered in another century

locked in hearts betrothed to other echoes

more exquisite than a hamburger's flip

they had exchanged tickets for heart beats

what if the absence of encyclopaedias

were an impediment they would sway

in the patient carriages

as if belief was still

a subscriber to the loop

the island sprawled in a coma just

beyond the window there would be no horizon

left in the traveller's lexicon just

some humdinger cloud as far as a brain could smell,

giant and nauseous curtains with no beginning or

end an eternal theatre

that had foreclosed its stage

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