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Section 1

Utopia


The hanging tree is hung

in a righteous land.

Its ropes moor dreams

to a busy wharf.


The axe is buried.

The stone is slung and forgot.

The song is sung.


The knife is not bloody

in a golden realm.

The knife cuts each child down

a bright balloon.


Antillo, 2843.


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