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the rucked-out
theater bears the chilblains of
an overcoaxed summoning of strength it brustles
past the barren-partitioning clammy-curtained house
to the back of the dirty doors that clank and swing if not stopped
strong character decaying in
the wind of roaring electronics
you go out half-deaf for you need not remain here
be you sanctioned go but you’ve not heard and none shall hear
the seaside cluck and spoil of the sound man’s art
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