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Detective B. Gedanken

from Trellis I Tripod by The MOTES

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Wires, and circuits, crawl spaces, they live. Floorboards and nails, the crossbeams, astounding. Head pounding the edges, they’re darker, they hide. Dream on, chopping block. You're the only evidence. They wouldn't let you go, not in this instance. Are you a detective, or are you useless? Why don't you leave the scene. The scratches, the incline, the outlets, the corner. The field, the smokestack, the elbow, it's drying. The concrete, the dampness, the stapler, it binds. You couldn't pick the lock. You'll tunnel under. But we’ll just watch you go, we'll stand and wonder. Are you a detective, or are you useless? And now you leave the scene.

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from Trellis I Tripod, released February 1, 1997

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