trump(et).
maybe the con(test)
has evaporated
from the blaring
notes fed to horizons
if I played this
masculine endorphins
might have magnified
my skin, thickened
my depth
I like the early triumph
sung in brass I hear
the rasp of generosity
come call me
elsewhere
now and then I
cast my vote upon
the drained skyline
and listen for the people's
will reflect my own
dimension's decibelion
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