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Sensory
Overload Ken
Shiovitz Soft, as a stick skewers silent marshmallow, Firm as false-faith in concrete, now powder, Hot, as a girder glows orange-yellow, sparking, Cold as a curse, cutting fouled Fall air. Soft, as an airplane probes pulp of stiff tower, Firm as a nation’s resolve to recover, Hot as a hound’s breath in relentless pursuit, Cold as pure justice, delivered when due. |
