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Once for the first time the one time A television floated into our apartment And the new world became more faces and places. Out of that box the world started to spin. The passage of a child it felt like green heat Airplane grey cold Geography at six years, odor, touch and colors. The corners became different, down the street A clarity of edges iron and still, No more palms or papayas hanging Like footballs, a deep red in the hallways Marble pillars, brass mailboxes shining like a song, Stairs from which you saw no mountains Up above a bigger country With a smaller sky. The way those things were coming You'd learn how to pronounce a word And couldn't find an object to put it on - So many contraptions which had no sound. The monster of the train, a giant subterranean dinosaur, It made a noise of speed and banged around, I expected tropical rivers at the end of the line Of the IRT, Bamboos folding and molding into church archways In the wild. The lizards of the last channel Scurried into cement, the coguis song Became snow. At night I was attentive to the new glacial age Which I had entered too Through some flash of a wand.
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