Tuesday, June 02, 2020

Straps of blinking eyes
crackling red waves
fruit skin speckled
with the ink that flies
blades of sodium
bright racks of oily branches

linen whispering across the sun
blood letters shaking dust
beams leaning to the risen moon
wet stories from the blueprint's roar
tongues clattering to frozen glass

lava platforms born.

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