.It's a sidewalk symphony/roadside suite.
It's the trash-bag canopies on Eldert St.
It's the blue hum broadcast through a common radio
voices...singing...hard-times...rumors (stories) of creation.
In trusting the impersonal much sacredness is lost.
Most enlist and thus have missed the .
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