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now our prison is the whole world
& we were born with the matches.

my memoir—
my alarming radicalization.

well you can’t have a revolution
with no idea to explode everything.

so crystalline—
in the clearing—
you can see dead through.

how can you trace it backwards,
down the tube of a firework,

without
any accomplices.

(excerpt from "one of several wolves")