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in the year 1058
before christian bale
men were born with sword-y incisors
and identikit jawlines

they roam around waterholes
and at the tops of waterfalls
inhaling the miasma
like crazy

in the darkness of the full moon
spring blossoms like butterless popcorns
an old chinese poet
scoured his temple for a hairpin