The early universe was an orchard, autumn with no summer to precede it,
a flock of neutrinos passing through you like an ocean wave.
A house was four doors on a trapdoor that belonged to a tree,
You flung yourself at neighbors. Pull!
¡Plink! ¡Plink! ¡Plink! ¡Plink! ¡Plink! ¡Plink! ¡Plink!
Skeet was cars over the hill from which we made use of every part.
Boys fell from trees with grinful yelps. A bullet was a joke
that got you in the core. And no one ever died.
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