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Lumina
shadow stains the multiplex
a symphonic mtn
fevering in words


Granite-numb,
diving for girders
in an ocean of unnavigable air,


Firm in falling


I picture gravediggers in a monopoly
 of caverns, polling lights, and the sign
  of a horse defecated into a numeral's
   heart.  I supply the plan horrific
     with energy, run trace to
        the belly of the sun,
          sigh and make love with this
            irresponsive violin.


 My tenants are kindling the wires.
   Light's forced on their potato alleys,
    moneyfuckheads, who can move nothing.
      Similar traces moved lilacs one block.
        Battery of clamshells in front of no cinema
           Town dropped like a key
                Under the parkway of the vast celestial