Nines

In the dark
We arrive
At the west end
Of the continent
Of the millennium

To the outflowing tide
Throw passport     throw bankbook
Excrete     Vomit     Emote

We are full of nines

Contemplate zero     Dance
Remain expectant     Sing
With the inflowing Tide

    —1999 
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