last word last to the last word small drowned villages imagine unburned meadows post-tectonic train schedules passionfruit cocktails from benzoin, glycerin, ethanol you can't stop thinking about the giraffes their necks undulating like rubber fingers in that sad island, calauit ramen still comes in crinkly packets a yellow square in some of them little yellow egg raft inflating in tepid water are you comforted to think the chambers of whales' hearts have not shrank by much
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