I want more. I want a line
Of them, all monsters, all tall
Enough to make one believe
In incredible shrinking
Men technologies. Giants
That sway above my rooftop,
Peer big, round, eyeless faces
Over my cracked backyard wall,
Nodding in the heat, doubling
In the wind but not falling,
Elephantine, comforting,
Jack-and-the-Beanstalk flowers,
They would confirm the absurd
Hope magic towers our hours.
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