Negative Profile

Walking by cars, eyelids sinking
Beneath oceanic asphalt
And flaking gold-dust street lamp

Grade Z, metered and tapered 
To a fine pointed ink man
Quilled from desperate sociables

Too many moon spat cars
Ink men blur as swells rise
To this occasion, a toast

Aftermath and honors 
We hereby declare a whiter page
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Cracked asphalt and dried ink men
Years later, on buoyancy smeared seas
Leaflet filled lifeboats mourn in Xerox tears