with icicle limbs.
The ground swims.
Stalks go up with descending
bark of leaves, seeds of a different
shadow. The cryptic nature
of crows, the scent of
burning leather.
Steel wheels on a velvet landscape
long vacant fences.
Turns in gardened alleys that
open up into the sky.
New light on the old burdens,
gathered sparrows following
the uninterrupted omega,
coffins talking to scattered coins,
mercenary soundwaves,
sciences of sex
encouraging torpedoes and bronze
fortresses of stacked meat,
pallets lavished with enchantresses
unruly silence
black clouded word.
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