Paul Hoover: & you were time aching

Fall '08 TOC

our pasts are laid out
            we have lived them all
the dead man first
            then the living child

lost satchel at the station
            contains the last message
we’re one word past the town
            who named it grand trunk railway
what adds up to an orange
            can you break that down for me?

cold ceremonies
            material fears like fires
I couldn’t care more
            also the abyss
is behaving carelessly
            the number one’s alone
no one to tell it nothing
            no eye to see a thing

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