7 is i believe a random number in this case
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mosher water gaslight company walk east toward buried jones falls
south below first reservoir mountain volcanic royal
to over blastzone coming underground west virginia ohio beyond
centuries ago sunken station dragon fly thousands buried jones falls
cathedral preston howard seating sculptured rhythm
world warring many times from here
ivy green clean swim lanes staying in dolphin
massive ocean just back east deep and shallow bay
sitting buddha shoulder east peace love understanding willow oak
masons time of day crow conversation
west fitted stone vale to eutaw place
north a little northwest not passed north running east west west east
taut stepping necklace of poured concrete square circle triangle teardrop jewels
under would be thankful endeavoring hardwood canopy
would be like everything in around you me
catching throwing fielding arnold who was shot
laurens wilson blastzone east buried coast passenger rail
friends promenade exercise bluff buried jones night mythology falls
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7 is fountains passed thru
first 2 eyes bubbling up as if geothermally forced 30 strides apart
joy and sorrow evaporating straight up
one built slightly higher water pressure stronger
dark in a tree shadow choppy sea overflowing
squared off edged circular rim to sit upon
other same slightly shorter built subdued water rippling clear gray all ways
third a fountain of genocide
2 step strides all around 36 helpings of pie
around fragile fresh water raining gently from below world upside down
colonizers in a boat the rower with zombie blue glass eyes, walk away
north into a crepe myrtle glade fourth a fountain swan
gladed buffeted calling almost strait up with water on black shallow bowls
mid air time travel suspended a gurgling fotograff her spitting up west
black bowls pouring her water back east
longer north city glade step on moral compass between speeding cars
fifth in wild rose echinacea goldfinch sorts of flyosaurs
loving the small quiet four bowled water from a tiny topping tower
perfectly level dripping from bowl to bowl as the wind blows
back east to the bluff near buried jones falls
sixth and seventh signal each other
uphill fountain smaller shorter water flying sagging loop
quiet sound osage orange tree holding fruit
downhill fountain bigger taller water flying straiter up
old holly dispensing sparrows pigeons
sixth and seventh water yellow industrial pollution light green
nitrogen oxide epa non attainment yellow green
mostly squirrels children walkers canines benches, some sleepers
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7 is i believe water is a random number
with which to multiply the millions and billions of faucets and spigots of walkers of fountains
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