Flinching at their fears
eternal recurrence of conflicts in the space
every war became a symphony
political trees bearing fruit
A rainstorm with transparent time-meanings
enfilading the hidden villain
a story driving to and from Paris
a spy; an agent of chaos wondered why
I said he was the villain
it was a dream of eternal recurrence that showed the way
he was tracking and taking a warehouse
littered pieces of Egypt keyed to a conclusive chapter
Thus a car full of agency reached the waterfront
the spy and shootout forestalled
with the paradox of simultaneous awareness
of running down a dream.
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