Friday, November 01, 2019

Twisting the diminished beauty
in colors upon a tall staff
torchlight on wrist veins
plugging heat into drilled rock.

An outpost high on moss
past the glittering treeline
doors and windows calling
with the pipes
beyond evaporated glass.

Rings of vapor around
the ascending torso
putting brine to astral scars
and anointing the bread heart.

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