We have to look up steadily
To see the clouds gathering
And the smoke in the air
That look like an X-ray of teeth
Only three left in the lower jaw
And looming brightly over there
A continent of snowy lakes
Thawing in the desert sun
Still bucolic and amazing
To get past the blue veil
Into the outer darkness of things
To see nowhere
There are not stars
Nowhere the way is not lit
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