Saturday, May 30, 2020

A high plain
topped with a boiling table
bones pouting reams of flesh
milk trickling brick seams

bramble of horned clouds
coming over the paved hill
with lights on stalks
and an engine clover.

Whittled down ruin of splintered eyes
staring out of a kaleidoscopic egg
climate's tug of zeroes and crossed snails
twitching numbers and clenched rice
soothing vagrant tools.

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