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The landscape of a concrete floor, forests of shelves,
caves with porcelain streams and ponds,
require the skills of spelunkers, bearing tools.
At times noxious sulfur froths the water, staggering the mind.
Plastic pick-ax in hand, the barnacles are dispatched
by diverting the stream to rinse the pond.
Bloated icons fill with paper, and myriad containers of things once useful,
until the balloons are extracted, then piled in insipid layers
as I am disposed for disposing in final dispatch.
As wanes the evening's light, the haggard Q.A. finds repose
in his trusty steed, gentle of engine, while being soft on the heart.
The good day's work is done.
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