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SWIMMING POOL
Art had lost
Nobody cared
We went into the hills
Built a swimming pool
The valley was no
The sky was nobody
The earth was nothing
They told us
Which way to walk
To stand up straight
They pursed their lips
And leaned their forehead
Into their spread hand
Art was from
Another age like sheep
Bleating and dusk
At a pond
Now the earth
Was nothing more,
An old instrument
Only dead men
Had been willing
And able to play
The sky
Was the dot
Above an “i”
The valley crouched
Lower, squirmed,
Dreams from its chalky
Soil flooded
The empty temples
A great cry went up
More people were born
Nobody cared
We went into the hills
Built a swimming pool
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