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After effect
The Northwest wind coming from Pamir
Turned the wings flight unstable
So the eagle missed the little goat by a fraction
That nanosecond that keeps all unsynchronized,
The world a chaos inside a red fallen angel
Who was riding the wind saving the goat.
That being died not by the beak of the rapacious bird
As a physics after effect of the wave function
Collapsing in a slightly different configuration
As De Gaulle escaped to that design of bullet holes
As the Arizona exploded so shockingly
Or that boat at the Cuban coast was believed to have been sunk.
And I walk in the forking reality
And my tootling cane does not exist.
Determination as visionary, persist,
Although I cannot prove I exist.
Me and my cane in a path of fictitious blame
Untamed, Unlamented.
Seated at the crossroads waiting to sign.
Cold, steady, tainted with dark design.
