Wednesday, March 06, 2019

Stung orbits
that wobble the magnetic center.
Vaulted flesh of ages
twitching upper hallways.
Grass parting at the entrance to the cornfield
pipes of bright notched fiber.
A path of fur on the soil
leading high to low land.
Tapestries of ointment
fingering cool blades.

A ring of lights in the rippling harbor
where the docks float sepia spines.
Shelves of separated leather
pouting cannibal lips.
A circuit laid out in strands
that drive existence.

One pilot of water
dishing scorn to the succulent curve.

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