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| 2008
ProgramAuthorsVideo
Media |
Sky
Writing, Sarah
Day
Things fall apart. Across a summer sky
the
emblematic Coca Cola script
above the uproar, miles long, a mile
high
dissolves like cirrus before the squinting eye,
until all
that's left's a vaporous postscript.
Things fall apart. Across
a summer sky,
once, subtler heavenly signs might testify
foreshadowing
the end of Rome or Egypt
above the uproar, miles long, a mile
high.
That titanium on blue could edify...
there's a lofty riddle
to decrypt.
Things fall apart. Across a summer sky
now wind-drift
pulls the letters all awry
the pilot banks, the plane signs off,
wings tipped
above the uproar, miles long, a mile high.
See how
the characters emulsify
into the blue, now vacuous, nondescript.
Things fall apart. Across a summer sky
above the uproar, miles
long, a mile high. |
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