Heads Bowed in a Symbolic Spirit of Latency

The silver enemy
pillowed her coffee arms,
looked her like a gramophone,
licked the last stub of crunchy.

nothing's alright said V
the knees and feet are back
. . . you can see miles away on enormous legs.

it must be awful, said M,
to try to get to know what one person thinks.

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