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,,,,,,,~†*         , ,, ,,, ~~#~~ ,,, ,, ,          *†~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~†*&      ,  ,~~~    ~ ~#~ ~    ~~~,  ,       &*†~,,,,,,
,,,,,~†*&#         , ,, ,,, ~~#~~ ,,, ,, ,          #&*†~,,,,,
,,,,~†*&#@                                          @#&*†~,,,,
,,,~†*&#@# A Secret Roundabout: In What Used To Be  #@#&*†~,,,
,,~†*&#@## Brazil Or China. Fenced In, Secluded By  ##@#&*†~,,
,,,~†*&#@#  Special Plants Growing Unusually Tall.  #@#&*†~,,,
,,,,~†*&#@    Spelled In By Purposeful Symmetry,    @#&*†~,,,,
,,,,,~†*&#     Roads Like Symbols, Aligned With     #&*†~,,,,,
,,,,,,~†*&  Ley lines. Dialed In With Well-Rounded  &*†~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~†*             Gps Coordinates.             *†~,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,~†*    A Dangerous Game: The Roundabout Is   *†~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~†*&  Important To Some Large Constellation   &*†~,,,,,,
,,,,,~†*&#      Of Intents And Bureaucracies.       #&*†~,,,,,
,,,,~†*&#@ Governments And Companies Are Creatures  @#&*†~,,,,
,,,~†*&#@#     In A Way. Yet People Sneak Small     #@#&*†~,,,
,,~†*&#@##   Between Their Claws, And Hide In The   ##@#&*†~,,
,,,~†*&#@#    Roadside Bushes. They Wait There.     #@#&*†~,,,
,,,,~†*&#@                                          @#&*†~,,,,
,,,,,~†*&#   Vehicles Approach; The Game Is On -    #&*†~,,,,,
,,,,,,~†*&   Quickly The People Assemble In Well    &*†~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~†*  Practiced Geometries. Their Bodies Make *†~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~†  Counter-Spells On The Asphalt. Traffic  †~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~   Is Instantly Diverted, Flows In Sick   ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~†  Ways, Like Dogs Let Loose. Symmetry Is  †~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~†*                   Lost.                  *†~,,,,,,,
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,,,,,~†*&# Cars Are Ejected Into The Greens. Ships  #&*†~,,,,,
,,,,~†*&#@     Collide. There Are Many Kinds Of     @#&*†~,,,,
,,,~†*&#@#      Casualties, On Both Sides. The      #@#&*†~,,,
,,~†*&#@##    Spellmakers Will Not Come Home. It    ##@#&*†~,,
,,,~†*&#@#   Sickens Me, This Physical Reality Of   #@#&*†~,,,
,,,,~†*&#@ It, But The Cause Is Just. I Sneak Back  @#&*†~,,,,
,,,,,~†*&#      Over The Fense, Heading South.      #&*†~,,,,,
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