Pretty and unpretty poetry
Kabelski is an oddly cold
billowing, willowy chamber
the walls resonate, perpetuate
hollow rhythm
like an oil slick over water
floating strangely above
the depth, still
empty of breath
Kabelski is a soldier,
an army, armada, freedom
marching on parade
down a two way lane
on both sides, stand
back, over
we are taking
Kabelski is a telegram,
shaped formally like a rocket
but only in the dreams of
electric sheep,
caution, warning
high voltage, low
tolerance. here
we draw the line
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