and rust-colored things;
banjo chimes, a splendorous hymn

NO POSTAGE STAMP NECESSARY
READ IT on the wall.

It is a wall of illusion
Breaking out of the black
jungle of despair.
It is all diffusion --
like painting a brick without dimension
so keyed in the shadows
Atlantis must surely rise
and haze evaporate
even in LA.

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