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	<title>Zócalo Public SquareA Preserved Darkness &#8211; Zócalo Public Square</title>
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		<title>A Preserved Darkness</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2018 08:01:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>By Ryan Collins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The world ends but the territory goes on. The world ends like the horizon, like the<br /> curvature of the earth whether anyone believes it exists. The world ends &#038; beyond its<br /> end burns a signal fire human eyes cannot see, smoke noses cannot detect even<br /> downwind. The world ends downwards &#038; depends on where feet are placed, the<br /> direction faced. The world ends in one direction—away from the territory, weather in its<br /> chest.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The world ends but the territory goes on. The world ends like the horizon, like the<br />
curvature of the earth whether anyone believes it exists. The world ends &#038; beyond its<br />
end burns a signal fire human eyes cannot see, smoke noses cannot detect even<br />
downwind. The world ends downwards &#038; depends on where feet are placed, the<br />
direction faced. The world ends in one direction—away from the territory, weather in its<br />
chest. </p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2018/01/19/a-preserved-darkness/chronicles/poetry/">A Preserved Darkness</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org">Zócalo Public Square</a>.</p>
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