Monday, May 11, 2020

I am that I am,
priest and pervert,
sketcher of
raw dreams in silicon,

all that the rug rolls over,
the planet's dust,

all ice of inescapable man
lashing at a vapor dome

splitting oaken ears
tagging a worse crater

that runs with invisibility

first hologram of tiger style
wetting seats and bleachers.

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