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Reincarnation
It seemed more honestly a plane
The recession special, with the orangeade
Consumed standing up
A disposable hairnet
With white knit cotton gloves
So there would be no stray hairs
Nothing came out of this vacuum but air
So I used the reflector to light my cigarette
Concentrating the sunlight
A tiny curl of smoke pulled away
From the white-hot focal point
Daydreaming with a part of the mind
Staying in space travel
Thinking back to crop circles
He said
"Didn't you know at this height the air gets thin?"
The horse is dead and the saddle is in
When they found me, stuck in sloppy origami
With my lungs spilling out from the sides
They had to wash me out with a hose