Thursday, July 11, 2019

Vault spreading at the hill top
leather pocket shine
collecting solar bodies
charcoal soap of the horizon
cracked eyes on a flapping screen
wigs dangling above a split stair
wheels jumping a velvet curb
trails of metal excrement
puking tiny forests
miniature falls and thin rivers
collapsing tin doors

maps of the circulatory spirit
riding blood in waves.

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