Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Closing credits projected on a brick wall
forms of flesh's perfection
showing tatters to the concrete seams
a forest's worth of swollen girders
two brass birds
dancing over a magnetic plate.

Vines incorporating curved skin
a droid's suit of milky thorns
wires rigged to mica on a row of rocks
an upturned plateau
glinting like a distant eye.

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