union_and_divide
raze
there's
a
man
sitting
in
a
chair
.
i'm
gonna
tell
him
he's
not
me
.
his
mention
of
a
lone
star
makes
serious
sense
.
i
don't
admire
the
hard
part
of
this
geometry —
to
see
him
struggle
against
his
former
self
.
"
why
are
you
here
with
me
?"
he
asks,
and
i
tell
him
that
he
can
drive
on
.
though
i
was
tempted
a
time
or
two
to
ask
him
if
i
had
a
bruise
in
a
glass
,
he
has
to
keep
the
house
.
and
the
blades
of
the
new
future
are
the
coastal
colour
.
dream
him
as
he
is
,
not
as
he
used
to
be
.
250425
...
epitome of incomprehensibility
Off
the
green_line
.
I
was
at
Union
Street
today
when
I
realized
I
had
to
head
in
a
different
direction
.
I
arrived
at
my
destination
too
late
for
poetry
,
so
I'm
happy
to
read
yours
now
.
250426
...
e_o_i
(
also
,
this
might
be
put
together
from
at
-first unrelated
thoughts
,
but
"
blades
of
the
coastal
future
"
gave
me
an
image
of
wind
turbines
and
then
the
smell
of
the
sea
)
250426
...
e_o_i edits
(
I
quoted
it
wrong
,
sorry
)
250426
...
raze
hey
,
i
like
"
blades
of
the
coastal
future
"!
(
and
your
hunch
was
right
—
this
is
a
bit
of
ye_olde
half_asleep_poetry
.)
250426
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
