the chained
man
to all fame
is
locked at city's center
mouthing off of the great conspiracy to replace
the sky.
barnacle!
he calls,
bilge and byline!
he of the undelivered
soul
repents for you,
for
me,
for the children of the lampposts
and
for the library gargoyles curbing
the
four
corners of the city.
it is a necessity!
he
cries,
rattling
rattling, rattling
rattling
rattling, rattling rattling
rattling rattling, rattling rattling rattling
rattling rattling, rattling rattling rattling
rattling rattling rattling
.
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