REGION OF MEMORY  

A captive year embedded in weird deeds.
Rare things have evaporated from the Earth. 
A weight has dropped in the mixture of virtue and light. 
Is savagery being cooked under a series of pleasant smiles? 

The market dances past the Muse. Images
damn the mind with a pinch. Songs chase away
the bird of life; conjures odd reversals of the truth. 

Do they know what they are captured by? 

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