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bright morning

flames

on my waist

...

my starbelt

breaks

...

and my dusky eyes

are pink and green risings

...

the grass groans

in the weeds of the wind

...

I descend to a cave

drop to earth

the horizons collapse

...

from white envelopes

fingers caress

bright thighs

...

...

...

after the earth foamed

the sky shook

and the rage of the sun

was brave as any lad

on a haystack

...

the snake slipped

into the bales of the day

...

and the shouting lunch boys spat milk and blackberries

at the people on

the slo mo movietone news

...

ink leaked

under the blanket of time

and the old woman

beckoned

her beak

sharp in my ear

 

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