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East (sitting)
I shall remain in one place
at a rear bedroom window frosting.
I will be a surveyor not a voyeur,
functioning as part of the routine backdrop
gazing at the humdrum rusting infrastructure.
though my eyes will travel cross state and county lines,
I'll appear to others as never moving.
the direction will be east, never changing and colder.
somewhere outdoors
there stands a warm statue
with an instrument in its' arms and a magnet securely hidden within.
the power of this figure is inducive and unyielding.
tranmitting through thick honey and acoustic voice,
its' energy never falters and is felt in cities throughout the world.
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