Wednesday, June 19, 2019

A torn path
screwed into the edge
of a great stone slab.
Shavings of lunar light
trembling around a drain's mouth.
Songs to be desolated by
drifting with electric patios.
Armchairs in the waterfall's outlet
moss chewing cushions of meat.

Sheer corners of plastic towers
the elevator's oil spray.
Nests of penetrative reach
throbbing with glitter's gelatin.
Coins and dissembled webs
decorating the farthest fields.
Things as they appear in time
only dressing the wind.

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