William J Seifert
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Suddenly No One Is There
The mounting surge I would come to call common
The car exhaust restlessness from the epiphany:
I will never sleep the same again
Incited in an old peeling country house that sat by an interstate
And by a starter pistol fever dream shattering the illusion of youth
For three nights it came like unrelenting growth spurts
Tractor trailers from the road infused with a prophecy told by Orson Welles
(Now a problematic 80's documentary about doomsday)
Connecting Libya and devils and Armageddon in a cold war tantrum
Blue turbans and air strikes and the cavalier newsmen ...