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Fear of Visigoths

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Now is the penultimate:

The warning

On a moving map,

Digitized attesting to

The storm that’s on its way.

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There is an open sun

Just now

Belying all aggression in

A strategy of sky—thank goodness

That we know

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We have a day

To run through all

Remaining shelves

That might have inventory.

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Barbarian invasions

Of the nervous system—what

The virus doesn’t take,

White digits

Of snow warning will.

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C L Couch

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Photo by Scott Walsh on Unsplash

Toronto, Canada

Night Job

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