| spores puff from skyscape clouds over the great lakes basin infectious molecules twinkle down thru morning air silver dust rain |
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we board up the house from inside electricity remains on a few days |
it's a diseased city with rescuers in white space-suits talking |
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thru their helmets & the wood we wrap ourselves in wet bedsheets cellophane-wrap our eyes |
grab their clean food & jugs of |
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fresh water we stay sealed |
& slowly mutate |
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