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your cold coin of

Oil. Over the back

of a crack,

                 selling shells

                               that shine. innocent and guilty

at the same time.


Shine! black sun of old

Oil, over us all:

                         yell your tale! of gold,

dinosaurs and trees, tell:


buried but boiling...burn out

your bones, along with those

                                     of Thy... Thee! yet unborn!


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