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I live at the
True heart of America
Commerce of dreams made real in flesh and dice
Ancient commerce
A harlot stoned
Armored thugs throwing bones with their backs to the dying naked God.
It never rains here. No Friday, no Sunday. Always Saturday, always night on the real main street of Empire.
The nucleus of the dream of light and pleasure.
I am awake.

from Las Vegas Blues

First the money

then the water

became memory.

The people fled followed close by their ghosts

Then, as softly as a kiss the desert climbed the walls and it was done. -J Olson