on the borders of sun-split senses,
retrieve me from metallic ditches
where my torpedoed body
has been scattered in twitching pieces,
thread the oil of your hair
over these discarded fences
in their field of rust,
kelp breathing and pumping
under the eyes of a drone's kiss,
resurrect me from titanic mold
to fill your slim light
and blend me in the blade
that you wield over electric waves.
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