Wednesday, September 11, 2019

The frozen yard extends
through tripled towns,
immortal stations glazed
with petrol, milk, water
and smashed eggs,
rubber wheels turning
above a silver cylinder

the curving gaze
of a catapulted body
silk slips and furry needles
piled branches coated with
adhesive spray.

Orbs with layered cores
descending a cobweb universe
cracked ladders of a falling sun
the filthy harbor
of discarded celestial tools
a ring of gas reflecting
new light among the mirror jars.

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