Wednesday, October 09, 2019

The ember speaks
from the palm of a declining hand
spores push paths and reflecting light
over the descriptive language
rips in a dead sky
dripping with cracked stone

dimes flash on a long branch
from a  deep valley of minted coins
chimneys cut from cloud chunks
the puddles in swift departments
wires and woolen tools.

Racks of dissected bulbs
shelves ticking with oyster alphabets
and their dusty letters
rings tapped in a box
slim vessels waiting for
the shape shifting diamond.

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