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Hostage Situation
A sort of space
that investigates
the whole, a time
that unhinges
and explodes
across the tail-
end of a prehistoric
beetle's flightpath
then regathers
to scamper off
into a hobbyist's
miniature forest,
a chimpanzees’
chorus, a death
that wanders off
and spaces on us
for awhile, a word
that talks, a gardenia
that barks, a cloud
caught inside a bear
trap, a rocketship flare
blasting sideways
through the veins
of an orange-shaded
eyelid, two glaciers
set afire to wear on
windbreakers as insignia,
a bottomless pit,
an anti-emptiness,
a way to walk on
your teeth, a color,
and a colony of parrots.
These are our demands.
You have an hour.
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