Proper Park To Cardington Square…

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737Angle streets—-rectangle distance—square miles—and—city blocks properly sized—or off—a few feet or increased—from corner bar-to-corner bar…Diagonally! Distance is—decreased and while walking—less-to-cover—a start-to-an-ending—still—Proper Park-to-Cardington Square— requires quick steps—and—around forty-six minutes of—arm swings and strong breaths—to cover—to arrive or reverse—back to Proper Park and—those colors—of twirling night lights.

Cardington Square—is not real—not square. It is another park. Hills and valley—a deep trench of dirt—dirtied by oil seep—six thousand empty dumpsters—colors of—village green metal and city blue steel…Too much—too many warriors gone—forgotten war—a knowing-knowledge-store—corrected core—of coded broken crocks—lies—crooked—twirls and swirls as—crashes and caches—of not knowing—nor memory flash—matters-the-matter and still; whimsy dies—and—by sin’s survival—and—survival’s sin—grounds below sky fall—building tall—crawling now from—rock shelters and sun—short minutes—in lights of shade—made—when long shadows—ground cover—before drone—hover—disturbs our skies.

Calimesa City is fortress–built above valley keep—to seashore edge—ridges above—green streaks—lawns now—ground gone—no season change—just alter—slaughter—nature’s never sigh—not weak—never die-just-change. Sails now—not crystal power—great ships of never-steel—never real—never fill—the nevermore of…

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