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WHERE I LIVE
where I lived brittle renewed swamps empty from old forests blue urban utopia civil and modern divided walls shades of manumission work linesbrick and concrete gridwork once primeval previous-- home to creeping things all sacred to gods and idol nods where I lived at was always once noble savage's rent controlled migrations--- life balked at salvations laid down at the crossroads but all the deals were done and satan on hiatus or vacationing suggested before all closings--- "blessed indeed are the meek for they dare not confound"--- where I live resurrection costs dearly whether urban or mythical a perilous roll call of sainted cornerstones stupid irony a renewal of domain removals one meek after the other warred slaves and immigrants mottled colors bent and twisted into council's torts and assemblys swarming flocks cut into haves and have nots pressure elected sudden promises slums their lords crucified trees and the hosts of industry--- where I live almost citizenry countenance the abyss abyssinia then round the sphere where I live tho land is flat and dollar declared-- lost fares reside among ghetto haunting mansions--- and in whose house where these many?
in a quiet little room full of keepsakes is a bottle of ricewine it is saved for some certain guests who will laugh at the common foibles as quickly as they will forget sitting around a kitchen table that wobbles just enough to keep elbows off and manners intact stories and quick sayings batted back and forth even as the wine and winemaker are praised the sweetness loosens the laughter and beckons another for the road life is of the wondrous and the silly haunting desire and memory we sit at this table and the world spins a bit faster changing skies as often as the stories change to engage non participants who are still amazed at this wine that is homemade and saved for the friends who want the adventure as well as the remembering calling the ghosts of other acquaintances who would have enjoyed the wine and the tale of its becoming and how it was that this sweet drink happened just for this occasion