Friday, August 23, 2013


The quiet crumbling of a meteor
through the vast etherea
planet condom of cooling skies
two aching shapes hold limbs against
the telescope's lens
a flare of mineral burn
lights up the plastic harbor
whole museums go under the tide
floating libraries break the ribs of the city
parched language goes up on waves
to the water's blind surface
and the facelessness of the sun.

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