pelted by stars
long past flaming
over receded oceans
one smoker's crooked perch
in the trees beside
a granite-boxed river
suspended in red light
and vacant fire escapes
that climb through urgent wires
butterflies clenched
in nets that collapse on catching
and melt to reveal
a parting eyelid:
all converge to partake
of the moon's dark aura
and silent, non-resistant purge
as the faint wings merge.
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