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          On an obnoxious mountain
     I abandoned my job as a personnel administrator
 (warmly, anxiously)
          and accused by that obnoxious specificity,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Angelic Torch'
                         And dr
                         ipping
                         down
                         those
                         stony 
                         constr
                         uction
                         s
                         And
                         pic
                         ked
                         my
                         way
                         bac
                         k d
                         own
                         the
                         mou
                         nta
                         in
                         in
                         the
                         dar
                         k