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seven
a suspensionless bus
will not let me forget
last night's blinding nauseating sickness
moscow passes blurred
famous churches statues buildings museums
( i can't remember )
until the shades of grey reveal
red square
i walk on stones rich in history
my breath sucked out in open space
( walls distant
enclosing
silent )
a t.v. image explodes before me
peter jennings
live
red square
moscow
i cannot see i cannot hear the parades of missiles
or cries of revolution
but i feel them beneath my feet
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