Smokestacks

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Smokestacks like circus 
cannon, sends me traveling, 
packed away, in 
flightless elevation; 
inhaling all the toxins, 
spreading them 
across cityscape; 
making figures 
with my limbs, 
casting creatures 
in the imaginations 
of so many  
window watchers. 

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