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From The Bowels of Chicago

Rainfall gives way to sunshine and cloudless skies. Here are two eyes to start a fire. Pupils are struck-match black, the size of pinholes and capable of dissolving into the void. Lightning hits the skull and then deep coma sleep gives way to epic dreams. If one can afford the price of admission, the rides are open…until the body is sickened and weak from sharp turns at high speeds. Imagine every plot of land that’s fallen underfoot these last several million years reverted to its original form. Virgin and untarnished. Each time a foot dropped to the soil would be the first time. Sneaker treads are the fossils of the future.