Friday, June 12, 2020

Aloft on beautiful
blood-colored wings
the canyon's drift is steaming
a petrol abyss

nothingness in furs
unpierced eyes floating
free of water
and the lacerated globe

satellite's contrivance
of combed brain
and lifeless lather

the narrow tongue
probes a ripped throat
waves offering a waist
and a sagging curve.

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