Midway after everything else has gone:
Taking you through an empty lot where enjeweled elephants
Once trumpeted up to the sky,
Foreboding of hurricanes—the Ferris Wheels turning,
...
Feel these contemplating things under my eyes,
Birthstones who crenellate flesh,
Dreaming of streamline beauties dripping in balmy pulp
Fiction out beside the swimming pool:
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