Sunday, January 27, 2019

High roads and salted crystal highways
roped-off doors glinting painted rubber handles,
prints on land and prints on steam
stickers and silk screens
of dissolving mountains,
a dim couch in a hot-lit hall
the massaged vapors
still creeping over a futuristic desk
in some locked attic,
wood skull's interior
poked by the motion of stars
and the reproduced music.

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