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cardboard city (on leaving federal service)
       
the cardboard city
where they pay people to rain
has recaptured the slim approaching horizon
of my imagination
       
a mercury sky full of crows' alarms
mutes the days agenda of operational bells
and memoranda the semantic shape
of bauhaus blunders fly off in the birds'
proposed shadows:
(keeping the gist of the text
crooked and terse, in a
gray and stony ellipse)
       
it is here
in this metropolis of printers
and drizzly initiatives
that i move my head and arms around
like a freed puppet
remembering the crows
my first day and my last
their strident cries resonant
through the empty shell of the apparat