Tuesday, March 19, 2019

This pit of grinding and surging earth
gears and turning towers
vines to crawl the bloated sun
the curve of shores and their heaps
coppery iron bones and storms of pink flesh
leafy boats in a diamond swarm
hands covering electric sockets on a moving wall
tongues of cloud bundles tumbleweed clumps
blood boiling the skin of potato
mineral cliffs giving forth the vitamin salt
to the rainbow over the cauldron
and the brainpan's snickering pop.

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