all the words
in dawnland
have the ends
snubbed off them—
like the sound
of tobacco
from unfiltered
cigarettes—
and the hearer needs
a lifting up

in dawnland the dead can still be with us, communicating with their souls, sending messages with their minds that continue to exist

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