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          On a bright mountain
     I rage quit my job as a civil engineer
 (hopelessly, a change!)
          and accused by that bright wantonness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Political Custody'
                         And dr
                         ipping
                         down
                         those
                         stony 
                         constr
                         uction
                         s
                         And
                         mad
                         e
                         my 
                         hom
                         e t
                         her
                         e