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today he is a shimmer of waved heat coiling quick from the baked tar roads we drive, mirage like moods shifting hazed sense to meet my words with monosyllables; we strive to communicate longings shuffled with business and the banality of red bills we must adhere to mapped routes and the lithe electric hum that…