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Wires
Stretched from one lopped crucifix to another,
draughtsman-thin lines draw boundaries,
carve a sky like land.
Those are the real reins of power, up there:
performerless tightropes stringing
clouds above doomed cows.
They tether our now to a fossilised then –
freeing us to impress upon
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