Friday, August 23, 2019

Strained fibers bringing forth
an enameled rose.
Ridges worn to permanence
in the surge of things.
Planetary rings turning
to visible water.
The splashing of solar gas
on a radio headset.
Tears and their wings of gold
in the silver dawn.
Chemical energy of streets
worn down into the bone.

Optic feelers
touch the foundation's keyhole
sinew's tremor of light
leaking paths of stone.

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